I have this ridiculously impractical dream:
A colonial-style house on a smallish (1/4 acre) lot in a New England town. Preferably one within a reasonable train ride to a major city (NY, Boston, I'd even consider a "minor" city like Portland, ME - doesn't really make a difference).
We had a perfect honeymoon in New England - 10 fabulous days during "sprinter" (the calendar said spring, but coming from the south, it felt suspiciously like winter). After that, we trekked to New England every year - sometimes for a quick weekend flight, sometimes for a leisurely drive.
Each trip reminded me that a) living anywhere where the cost of living is HIGHER than in DC is not terribly smart and b) old towns = really narrow streets. However, each trip also served to remind me that I really, really love New England.
I'm having one of those days when I say, "to heck with it - let's just move somewhere else."
Except ... well, it is a whole lot harder than the first time I did it - with an airline ticket and two over-sized suitcases. Every subsequent move to a new place has meant more headache. More connections to leave behind, more stuff (Woodstock doubled my space requirements), a higher cost involved and more risk.
It's a nice dream though. Maybe when I'm 70, we'll call Woodstock and Grover, have them take what they'd like out of the house, gather up the basics and spend our quiet years in a colonial house on a smallish lot in New England.
A girl can dream, can't she?
2 comments:
That's our plan only in Midway. I get ya.
It is a nice dream. I'm in love with Concord, MA, I would live there in a heartbreak, if I didn't, well have to support myself.
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