‘Did you see the Zillow link I sent?” I called out to my husband. I didn’t have to wait for his response — I could already imagine he was resisting an eye roll from his office downstairs.
It was 2020 — the thick of the Covid-19 pandemic — and with all three of our kids in “Zoom school,” we were, like thousands of other Americans, reevaluating our lifestyle choices. My solution to the upheaval was to move from D.C. to Maine. That would easily solve everything. We have family in Freeport, and I blissfully envisioned my fictional life: sitting in a fleece on my deck, looking out on the ocean from a house on a dirt road — sans traffic or crime — with an endless buffet of lobster rolls.






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