To also be fair, the house is up a long driveway, set back from the road. It's also on a pond, and there are willow trees, and when we went to meet the couple that owns the property there was a heron perched in its branches. It's a little white house, two stories, with shutters and a sun porch, and a fireplace. In the front yard, there is a bench and a table and and some chairs, and there is a grill for September and October, before it gets too snowy to spend very long outside. The upstairs has three bedrooms, though very small ones--but there is still plenty of room for you to visit. I'll make you a
Just a little ways away is a fruit stand where there is a dog named Pearl and some really beautiful blueberries, and on the way to Kittery there is a meat market that belongs to "Carl" and a bakery called the Beach Pea. Maine, if you didn't know, is also called "Vacationland," and its very well-put slogan is "The Way Life Should Be." Alternatively: "Lobster." Either way, I'm sold.
I will miss Boston, but I think I'm learning that I value a good yard more than I do a large and bustling city--especially this year, which I'll spend locked up inside writing personal statements and studying for the GREs. Again.