You can’t go home again.

August 19, 2016

Things are changing for our little family. We are headed north. Our home on a neatly packed picturesque street in Newburyport is being traded in for an old farmhouse with a big yard in my hometown in Maine. And while the logical thing would have been to talk over a move like this for months, it all happened pretty quickly over an anniversary dinner.

I will forever miss these floorboards.

What do you want your life to look like? How do you want to spend your time? How might we change the course of things to make life feel more meaningful? I’m pretty sure most of you have asked or answered questions like this during conversations in your own quiet bedrooms or over glasses of wine. Many of the mothers I have had the joy of speaking with over the past year have asked themselves these very same questions. How can one be a patient mother, a kind wife, and a successful entrepreneur? I honestly don’t know the answer, but the phrase it takes a village keeps floating around in my head. I hear it as I scramble to cover my children in sunscreen, as I fail at matching their socks, as I cook breakfast-for-dinner three out of five nights a week.

After having two children, I deeply understand what it takes a village means. And it turns out my village is just where I left it, in Maine, as if waiting for me to come home after all the years. A small town, with an even smaller mountain, and a big beautiful coastline. Everything smells the same, the salt water tastes the same—but the people all look different. The grocery store now sells sushi, the streets have more stop lights, the cars are a lot nicer than I remember them, and everyone looks a bit older.

Things here won’t change much; you will still read about Newburyport and the North Shore. But you will also see more of the Maine coast. And perhaps some more of what we are doing around the house. Who knows, maybe I will take a stab at beekeeping or start growing my own vegetables.




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