Welcome to The Beach House

Blogposts have been sporadic for the last few weeks because I’ve been moving.

After a year of traveling – 3 months in Washington, DC for an internship, 3 and a half months backpacking Europe, 2 months working on an organic farm in Hawai’i – interspersed with living at my mother’s house in Rhode Island, and overstaying my welcome at my boyfriend’s parents house in New Hampshire, I’m settled.

Well, as settled as a travel blogger ever is.

I have a home base now.

Top left, photo credit to my mother, who graciously helped me move!

My apartment is top left — photo credit to my mother, who graciously helped me move!

I’m writing this post from my 4th floor apartment in Revere, MA – just a quick T-ride away from downtown Boston (the T is Boston’s subway system). On cue, as I typed that sentence, the train sped by my living room window — close enough to hear, but not loud enough to be a bother.

The airplanes are the same. We’re just a few T stops away from Logan International Airport, but the planes flying by aren’t annoying. They’re a reminder that adventure awaits. When I see one go by, I always hope the passengers are traveling for pleasure rather than business.

Of course, the apartment isn’t perfect.

It’s a walk-up, so moving to the fourth floor in July was a sweaty, tiresome feat. I couldn’t have done it without the help of my family, much to their chagrin. For one desperate moment, we thought we’d trapped ourselves in the apartment because we got the couch stuck upright in the doorway, filling our only escape route from floor to ceiling. I’m now sitting on that couch, but I’m definitely not moving it again. This apartment will be its final resting place.

The building is over 100 years old, the apartment is inexpensive, and there are times when these factors reveal themselves in the form of electrical sockets falling out of walls, or a freestanding bathtub without the charm of clawed feet.


A wraparound shower curtain closing in on me while I’m washing my hair doesn’t encourage cleanliness.

Drab bathroom aside, the location is beyond compare. 5 minutes from the Revere Beach T station, and, more importantly, Revere Beach – the oldest public beach in the United States. Over 4 miles of sand for strolling or sunbathing, and although some people have cautioned me against swimming there, I might go for it anyway. Just don’t drink the water, right?

Strangely enough, I’m most excited for the beach in the seasons to come.

My mother’s house in Rhode Island is a 10-minute drive from the beach, and I’ve been lucky enough to spend my life near the water. I love the beach year around: at night, in the snow, on gray fall days. I spent my high school years with my toes in the sand, telling jokes, telling secrets, and falling in love at the beach. People who don’t live near the beach only think of it in the summertime, but my whole life has played out with the Atlantic Ocean as an integral character.

My mother’s house may be a 10-minute drive from the beach, but, from my living room windows in Revere, I can see the ocean. When a breeze drifts in through the window, it brings with it the smell of salt water. I recently learned that when you’re on a ship out of sight of land, this quintessential ocean smell doesn’t exist. When we’re out to sea, the smell we associate with the ocean indicates land. We’re not smelling the salt water, we’re smelling the shore. Either way, I can’t get enough of it.

As much as I love the ocean, the apartment’s best feature, by far,  is my roommate.

That view.

That view.

I moved to Revere because my boyfriend, E, got a job at the Boston Museum of Science. As a travel blogger and freelance writer, I can work from anywhere; so, we decided to find a one-bedroom apartment near Boston.

This isn’t as big of a step for us as you might think. E and I have lived together before, sharing college apartments first with 5 of our closest friends, and then, when that backfired, with just 2.

Our apartments have always had names, usually based on the street where we lived. Junior year we were on Ware St, so we lived in “The Warehouse,” and senior year was Windsor Rd, so, naturally, our home became “Windsor Castle.” Campbell St didn’t immediately lend itself to a clever name, so we decided to simply call our home “The Beach House.” Feel free to buy us kitschy wall hangings printed with sayings like, “life’s better at the beach.”

As we unpacked dishes into the cupboards of The Beach House’s stupidly small kitchen, we found matching mugs, which we bought together at Goodwill, and packed up separately when we moved out of Windsor Castle. Their being reunited is kind of an adorable metaphor.



This apartment isn’t important because we moved in together. It’s important because we’re moving forward together. It’s our first apartment without roommates. The first apartment of the rest of our lives.

I’ve been calling it the first “indefinite move.” Maybe we’ll live here for years, maybe we’ll be packing up our things next July. I hope not considering how much trouble it was moving in, but, the point is, we don’t know. Anything could happen, and, as usual, that’s the way I like it.



  1. Nice to see and hear the news of the new place. The few pics were helpful to help us get a feel for the place. I think the beach house name is nice, and we’ll look for beach-themed stuff. Try to get a few more pics when you can, to tide us over till we actually get a chance to see it. Every place we move is temporary, some adventures just last a little longer than others. Enjoy.

    1. I’ll try to take some more photos and put them on facebook, but I think The Beach House looks much nicer in person. And you don’t really have to buy us beach-themed stuff, unless it’s really silly and secondhand.

  2. Enjoy the view, it is beautiful. Wish you and E the best, I too remember back far back, when my life all begun, it was the foundation of what I am today. Thank you for sharing, I just love your life adventures.
    Love, Maria

    1. I just love getting a comment from you, Maria. I’m enjoying the view right now — there are boats out on the water, and an afternoon breeze is making this heat wave more bearable.

  3. great view! i hope to live near the beach someday.

    1. I hope you get to live near the beach someday! Being near the ocean can be inspiring and revitalizing, and even if you’re not close enough to smell the shore, just knowing you’re a short drive away can make all the difference.

  4. Stephanie · · Reply

    1) D’awww
    2) The mugs are so cozy! Definitely great for hot chocolate and marshmallows
    3) Also I feel these shower curtains might allow you to think about future traveling adventures (instead of being attacked by the curtain) if you could find them inexpensively somewhere:
    4) Seashells might be coming your way!

    1. Haha, I actually have a world map shower curtain (which I haven’t hung up yet) but now I totally want that T map curtain, too!

  5. Sounds like a successful move! We are so happy to see you and E all settled in a a cozy little first apartment. Every first apartment has it’s down side so try and look past the flaws because you wont be stuck there forever. Before you know it you’ll be off traveling the world again 🙂

    1. I know there are many more apartments and travels in my future, but it’s fun to be settled for now.

  6. […] spent July settling into my new apartment in Revere, MA, watching Orange is the New Black, and attempting to take my writing career […]

  7. […] tree is decorated, there’s snow on the ground, and it’s feeling pretty festive at The Beach House […]

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