For about a year and a half (or more) Andrew and I have been thinking about moving off Cape. At first, every Sunday when the Globe appeared at our driveway we'd peruse the Real Estate section, looking at towns in MA such as Boxborough and Sherborn where the houses were lovely, school systems great, yards were big and so were the prices. Not wanting to give up our summers on Cape Cod we wanted to keep our current home, and so we decided to look to NH where real estate was a little more reasonable, school systems equally great and skiing a mere hour away. After countless hours on the internet every Sunday looking at NH towns and real estate, reports on school systems, and price of taxes, we have decided to stay put.
At first I was a little disappointed. I loved the thought of having the best of both worlds - easy access to great schools and skiing during the winter, and summers basking on the beach on Cape Cod. But the thought of owning two homes and taking care of them along with the kids and a new business that is just beginning to thrive is far too daunting.
Yesterday as I sat in the sun I remembered why it was I loved this house so much when we purchased it when Quinn was just 6 months old (he's now 6 years old). Despite it current misgivings - peeling paint, ugly teal countertops I said we'd redo when we moved in, a kitchen floor I started to replace and never finished, a sink that always clogs, landscaping and yardwork we can never keep up with, and too little space (it got a lot smaller when I had two more kids), I love this house! I remember before we bought the house, looking at the rooflines and thinking "this house is amazing!" It wasn't the cookie-cutter, box-like houses I'd been looking at with a real estate agent who showed me everything I didn't want in a house. It was unique, charming, and homey with a fabulous yard for the kid(s) and dog, and a separate barn for my studio and Andrew's music. It was our dream home.

This morning I got up and went for a run around the cranberry bog that sits behind my roughly 2 acres. It was 6:30am, cold (about 34 degrees), and frosty. Clyde (my dog) ran beside me. When we reached the bog the sprinklers were on and the sun was shining. The plants on the bog were coated in ice and glowed in the rising sun. As I reached the other side of the bog, the view was amazing. I knew that I had to abandon my planned route and round the bog back to the house to grab my camera. Another confirmation of why I love my house. Today I feel lucky to live here!
Here's Clyde enjoying the view.