We made it!
And we’re never leaving.
I won’t bombard you with a ton of photos today. Mainly because this is day three of us living here, and I don’t have THAT, that much.
But! I wanted to give you a quicksie glimpse into what life looks like right now. Because it all feels like such a dream and I can’t figure out if I made this whole thing up in my head, or if it’s actually happening.
I’ve been getting soooooo many questions about what we’re doing here, why, who with, is it sponsored, why a month, why Connecticut, what did you pack, how did you survive the drive, why Stonington, are you insane, wait I want to do this, guide me.
In a nu- SEA shell, last August, Aaron and I were on our whatever glass of wine at my birthday dinner, when we starting fantasizing about taking a vacation to New England, one of our favorite areas in the country. Aaron paused, and then said, “Why don’t we just move there? For a month. We’re both self employed. We can do what we do anywhere.” Of course I shot it down immediately. What about our house? Our plants? The kids’ summer school? Traveling with a dog? MY ROUTINE, waaaaah.
But he quickly convinced me (remember the wine thing I said?), with sensible-enough answers for all of my freakouts.
And now, we’re here!
A relocation, not a vacation. A chance of scenery, change of altitude, change of food, change of humidity, change of ACCENTS omg I love it.
So, our cottage is technically in Lords Point.
OKAY, is it Lords Point, or Lord’s Point? I see both, all over the place. And on official-looking signs. (?) The entryway sign to the town says Lord’s Point, but on all the documents and maps it says Lords Point. You know I’m unsettled not knowing what’s correct.
I’m sticking with Lords Point until I know further. Thank you for your time.
WAIT, I’ll call it LP. Never mind.
LP is a private beach community riiiight at the southern tip of Mystic, and a super snuggly neighbor to Stonington. As in, 30 seconds this way or that, you’re in either town.
We didn’t know ANYTHING about this area, except for MYSTIC PIZZA HEEEEELLLO, until we started researching tiny coastal towns. After many hours of noodling through Home Away, Airbnb and VRBO, we found a tiny, but roomy cottage in LP. Quiet, not touristy, but super close to everything if we want a bit of TOWN FEEL.
Aaaaand I want to punch it in the face I love it so much. (If you want the home info, email me!)
(the photo below is our neighbor’s house. simmer down.)
We have goldfish in a pond.
And apparently Nat has an m&m in her pants.
WHAT IS THAT? Ew, David!
So far we’ve eaten at Dog Watch (in Mystic). Going to try the Dog Watch Café in Stonington super soon! We’ve also brunched at Noah’s (in Stonington). YOU KNOW, where they filmed Hope Springs with Meryl and Tommy Lee!
We drove past Mystic Pizza yesterday, but you can BET YOUR FACE we’ll be going back to find out what they put in that sauuuuuce.
Learning all about slipper shells, guys. Every night (okay, twice now) we’ve taken an after-dinner stroll to a beach (there are 195,712 in our neighborhood) to take in the air and collect shells. Nat’s super into those opaque, shiny-ish shells, that are peachy in color. LIKE ROSÉ. (what are those shells, by the way?)
Will’s drawn to bigger, darker shells, like scallops. I like the big, white clam shells. I’ll keep you updated on our collection.
You’re like, “Let’s not and say we did.”
Like, this is our street.
Okay, you DO realize that Stars Hollow (Gilmore Girls) is like 30 minutes from here?
Fine, in theory.
And you DO realize that Capeside (Dawson’s Creek) is like, five minutes from here?
Whatever, in theory.
But they are.
I am LIVING MY BEST LIFE don’t argue with me.
We went to the Mystic Aquarium yesterday, since it was chilly and drizzly (which all ends later this week, wuuut!), and we went into that one room where it’s just YOU AND THE BIRDS.
No cages. Just your vulnerable, helpless body and ALL THE WILD BIRDS.
Dudes, you take in a sticky, lumpy feed stick, close your purse, and keep your mouth closed when you look up and prepare for insanity.
Birds just ZOOMING AT YOUR FACE. Flapping all around your head. You can feel the air gusts from their little bodies all hyper flying. GUYS.
The kids thrived.
But I survived.
WHAT WOULD I GIVE, IF I COULD LIVE OUT OF THESE WATERRRRRRS.
WHAT WOULD I PAY, TO SPEND A DAY WARM ONNNNNN THE SAAAAAAND.
Mermaid, seal, POTATO POTAHTO.
Our kitchen! It’s light, bright, airy, quaint, charming and I want to stick it in my bra.
Also, I’m now a side door person. Never knew that was a thing, until now. That side door stays open all day long, and we can hear the pond water flowing, the train that speeds through every hour, birds singing away like some dang cartoon.
What I love most is the New England STYLE. Picket fences, manicured window boxes, white siding, whimsical gardens, timeless, charming everything.
And so much history! Everything is old. OLD OLD OLD.
It gives me such life to be here, you have no idea. (I’ll post more photos of houses (and ours) once we’re out and about more!)
There’s soooo much we plan to do before packing up and heading back west on July 1st.
Taking a ferry to Block Island, oysters at Abbott’s, clam digging in our own beaches, shopping in Stonington, pizza at Mystic Pizza, pizza at Pepe’s in New Haven, visiting Yale campus, a quick trip to see close family in Attleboro this weekend, a jaunt over to New York City, ALL THE WINERIES. (hitting up Saltwater tomorrow!)
But today, I’m seeking out clams. Because I’m desperate for linguine with clam sauce. And white wine. And so much garlic. And my entire upper torso.
And also lobster rolls, but we’ll get there. Duh.
I DON’T WANNA WAIT, FOR OUR LIIIIIVES TO BE OVERRRRRRRAAAA.
That’s it for now! If you have more town suggestions, or any specific questions about any anything at all, holla!
(This was a hyper post. I blame New England coffee.)
(Or like, 10 minutes.)