So You Can Go Home Again (Apparently)

Hi All. During the last year I’ve written several times about our decision to sell our house in Boothbay Harbor. See here and here.

For the past decade or more, our kids have made a practice of showing up at the house in Boothbay for the 4th of July. When I said to them, “This year we’ll be renting a place. We can go anywhere. Where do you want to go?” they said, “Boothbay Harbor!” Unanimously and enthusiastically.

So we rented the place right next door to our former home, a beautifully appointed three-bedroom apartment, which I heartily recommend if you are in the market.

I thought it might be weird to be next door to our old house, but it wasn’t. The people who own the place we rented are also the general contractors for the renovation of our former place so we got to walk through it. The new owners have gutted it back to the studs and are doing a beautiful, amazing job including all new systems and a new foundation. We were excited to see the house so well taken care of and happy that it will continue as a family home and gathering place.

We did all the Boothbay Harbor things.

We went on a Damariscotta River Cruise.

And to the Botanical Garden.

And of course there was a lot of porch sitting.

Viola on the porch waiting for her aunt, uncle and cousin at 7:30 am.

And reading.

And eating.

Though sometimes the grown-ups just eat and eat and eat and talk and talk and talk and it’s ALL TOO MUCH

And then we turned in the key and left, which was also pretty cool.

On the 4th of July, the fireworks were directly in front of our old house. Even the forty feet to the left in the rental didn’t provide quite as good a view. So I wandered over there and sat on the porch steps. The fireworks were perfect. Directly in front. And I did have a moment, realizing that next year the renovation would be done and a new family would be there and I would never do this again.

We we sold the house in Newton, Massachusetts we brought our kids up in, I balled at the closing. Even though I wanted the move. It was pretty embarrassing.

Bill, always trying to help, said, “It’s just a house.”

I said, “It’s not the house. I miss the thirty-three year-old me with the two little kids who walked into this house and the forty-five year-old me with the teenagers and the crazy job. I miss all those mes.”

So on 4th of July I missed the big family gatherings at the old house in Boothbay Harbor, and my mother-in-law. But I was happy, too. Happy to see the family moving on. The kids having kids.

We’re talking about Sebago for next year.

All photos by my daughter-in-law Sunny Basham Carito, which is why she isn’t in any of them!

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Barbara Ross is the author of the Maine Clambake Mysteries. Her books have been nominated for multiple Agatha Awards for Best Contemporary Novel and have won the Maine Literary Award for Crime Fiction. She lives in Portland, Maine. Readers can visit her website at
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5 Responses to So You Can Go Home Again (Apparently)

  1. Vida Antolin-Jenkins says:

    How perfectly marvelous!!!

  2. Janet says:

    Transitions…always a journey…a process. And a sign of growth. Best wishes.

  3. Sandra Johnson says:

    I loved the floors in the old house. Were they pine? I have old cedar floors in some of my rooms and love those. I have begun the clean-out. Hard to let go of things!

  4. Sandra Neily says:

    That just warmed and also broke my heart at the same time. (Looming transitions ahead and thank you for sharing yours!)

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