This where-are-we-living-next decision has been the result of a multi-year process. It's a big decision. I wanted to be in the city; he wanted a farmhouse with a barn. To be in Boston, we would need to downsize to a condo. No can do. He runs a business out of our house. I need a quiet space to write. We don't require a place even close to the size of our current exurban "hey we're bringing up 3 kids here" structure but we concluded that we need a house. He wants a garden. We focused on the Cape. We love it there: 20+ summers; beautiful beaches; great memories, cool old houses with barns. So, for the last few summers, we tooled around, looking at houses, convincing ourselves we could live there year round. It's so beautiful! Sunsets over the Bay! Lots of year round residents! Resident beach stickers!

 Last summer, at the end of our 2 week stay in Orleans, we realized it wouldn't work. Too remote. Our kids don't have cars. How would they get to the Cape? Better to visit during the summer. Back to square one. Where should we live?

Blah, blah, blah. We focused on close-to-Boston suburbs and found our Dump. It felt right the minute we saw its ugly ass exterior and walked into its ugly ass interior. This is our next home.

Sorting through photos to post. Brace yourselves.