On Friday Doreen and I returned to Maine to close on the sale of our house in Brunswick. On the way we stopped in Jay to close out the credit union account that Doreen opened when she was a child about 40 years ago. And just like that, over the course of three hours, we were completely divested of all of our assets in Maine.

So I guess we are Vermonters now. Continue reading



One of the most appealing characteristics of Montpelier as a place to live is its access to outdoor recreation. We love to ski, and this city is within an hour’s drive of at least five large ski areas, along with many nordic ski centers. Being in the heart of the Green Mountain State, Montpelier is also close to a lot of great skiing. But also appealing is its proximity to beaches and swimming holes. For being a coastal town, Brunswick doesn’t have easy access to a lot of great swimming options (unless you like subjecting yourself to the frigid Atlantic Ocean), which always bummed us out.

Today was a lovely late-August day, with temperatures reaching into the 80’s. Doreen dropped by my office this afternoon as part of an errand and said she wanted to go swimming. So I did a little research and discovered Wrightsville Beach, just a few miles up the road in Middlesex.

With a ten-minute drive from our apartment, this beach certainly qualifies for easy access. There is also a lot of parking and a bunch of amenities, like kayak and canoe rentals. There’s even a disc golf course. It looks like a nice family destination. Continue reading


I originally intended to document the weeks spent selling our house, finding a rental, packing our house, and preparing to move to Vermont. But life got in the way and there was no time for all that. So we’ll have to start the tale of our grand adventure with the start of the actual adventure – the move to Vermont.

On Monday morning Bisson Moving arrived at our house in Brunswick and loaded (almost) everything we own into a 26-foot truck. Doreen and I did a final cleanup, locked the doors and drove ourselves to Montpelier. Because our belongings were sequestered in the van, we spent the evening at Betsy’s Bed & Breakfast, an inn that I became well acquainted with over the last 8 years of traveling to Montpelier for my work. Unfortunately I slept very poorly, lying awake worrying about several details for the move in. Not the least of which was the tricky driveway to the house. Continue reading