Andrew and I rang in 2015 quietly, just us and the dogs, at my parents beach house on the CT shore. After a busy, crazy year it was exactly what I wanted for my last night of 2014. On New Years Day we had no plans so I suggested we go walk around the nearby town of Essex, CT. I hadn’t been there in probably a decade or more and I recalled my parents saying it was a lovely little town.
Man, were they right! As soon as we pulled down Main Street I was ready to jump out of the car, itching to take pictures. The incredible old homes simply blew my mind, and since it was holiday time, the whole town was decorated perfectly- no inflatables or plastic- just lovely greenery, bows and lights. Andrew said this town made him feel like skipping. I agreed! I grew up driving around with my dad looking at houses in pretty towns (or “real estalking” as we call it now) and as an adult I find that I now do just that for fun too! So we did!
This little situation nearly had me in tears it’s so good. Those windows??
Part of a MUCH bigger house.
Note the stone dogs complete with bows. Of course. I mean, PERFECTION.
A little bit of Normal Rockwell Americana for you.
This place is the old carriage house for the house next door but it’s been renovated into it’s own house (which happens to be for sale right now). Those carriage house doors are the things my dreams are made of.
This is a crappy picture of an amazing home- with perfectly trimmed hedges and a bird mansion.
The trim detail on this door? Yes please.
Essex is on the Connecticut River and is nearby to the ocean as well. The town green was complete with a Christmas tree in the gazebo, of course. At this point Andrew and I were squealing about how this place was like a really pretty North Pole. And since Andrew is the real life Buddy the Elf, this thrilled him (“Sannntaaa’s coming! I know him!!!”)
Then we decided to see if we could find a place to grab brunch and we stumbled upon The Griswold Inn. We popped in to see if there was a table available…
And were knocked sideways by the most charming, cozy, magical place ever! How had I not known about this? Fires roaring in fireplaces in every room, happy people toasting each other and saying hello to neighbors and hot coffee all around. And walls and walls of awesome antique art and memorabilia hung gallery style on every inch of wall!
So many little rooms, each with fireplaces and cozy nooks.
The library room has books floor to ceiling. I felt like such a creeper taking these pictures while people were eating.
Some shots I found online that are a bit clearer and give you a better picture of the coziness and historical detail of the place.
We left saying crazy things like “we should sell our house and move here!” We say that every time we spend time in a charming small town– but then when we think about the reality of it we back away from that idea. We love being in the thick of things in Boston. Oh, but the charm….the coziness…. New Engladn seaside towns just have this magic that makes you think you could trade in the hustle and bustle for growing your own kale and singing sea captain songs.
Have you ever entertained moving to a tiny town? Do you live in one? Do tell!