Let’s start with the fact that I love my home, garden, my neighborhood, and generally all of the circumstances of my home life. What’s missing? Being portside, near the ocean, and the scent of the tides.
I grew up in New York City. Two rivers affected by the tides were within walking distance, and the port area was a brief subway ride away. I grew up with a father who was not so much a “former” Merchant Marine engineer as someone who was perpetually on the verge of perhaps “going looking for a ship.” This was a provocative mixture.
Then I moved to New England, where the Folkie Palace on Beacon Hill, where I lived, was a walk away from the harbor. While I roamed widely, I always returned to the areas by the sea. Then I fell in love with the Maine coast. The story goes on with working in boatyards, becoming a marine woodcarver who bounced around the coast doing boat shows…well, you get the picture.
So if I could, I’d move my house, garden, and neighborhood to the coast, where I’d be within the smell of the shoreline, and walk to the tideline and harbor. Being picky, I’d prefer a city like Portland, Maine. Enough culture history and a good enough economy that it’s varied and interesting. Also, a good university and medical facilities. I’m afraid I’m done with tiny towns. Someone like me gets into too much trouble in them (eventually I’ll get around to a post or two on that!).
As you might guess, I’ve thought about this a bit. Is this relocation likely? No. But it’s nice to have druthers.
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I so get this, and you have a stronger connection to the ocean than I do. I love water. I spent some of my mid-teens in Holland, MI and Lake Michigan was a bike ride away, as was Lake Waukazoo. Then in my 20s I lived for 2 decades in the SF Bay Area and big water was never far away. I lived in DC after that.
I haven’t always been near big water, but when I have been… it is my happy place.
I’m on the “wrong” side of New Hampshire for the ocean & life circumstances have me not able to do that drive–which honestly isn’t that big of a drive!
Luckily, I have decent-sized river roaring mere feet from me. It honestly helps. If the immigration goes through, I’ve already told David to expect a lot of ocean gazing and river walks.
I have spent a lot of time in the virtual world of Second Life, and I’ve often wished moving in real life was like moving there. You just click a button and all of your owned stuff (including a house and landscaping!) & it gets sent to your inventory. Then you just teleport to your new land and “click, click” place the house, the furniture and… you’re done! 🙂 That would ease the move to Portland, no? 🙂
Oh yeah, the click bit would be great…if after a year I decided that Portsmouth would work. I like that idea!
Laura, I am hijacking this comment.I’m at the emergency room and woking on my laptop. My finger slipped and marked one of your commets as spam. it was accidental!
If I could, I’d been in my house in Descanso California but to be there I’d have to be an earlier iteration. Right now for this Martha, this is Heaven.
Yeah, I get it. Right where we are is where we belong right now. It’s 1975 or ’80.
😊 Yep
Lol, I was thinking you’d been at this a bit, just as I read where you said it yourself! Too funny… hugs