My husband and I moved to the island in the fall of 1994. We never thought we’d be fortunate enough to own property here so we settled into a little rented cottage out by the airport for the long haul. It wasn’t until the winter of 2006 that opportunity knocked for us. You see, my husband is a building mover, and he had met man who was interested in getting rid of a beautiful house in order to develop the land it sat on. Bingo! We were interested in GETTING a beautiful house. I set about searching for the perfect lot for our dream home. It turns out the perfect lot is the cheapest lot I could find that the house would fit on. I found this lot on a short little dead end street off of Miacomet Avenue.
My husband has been moving houses for 35 years now so I didn’t think anything of it. Boy did I learn! It’s not so easy to cut a house into three pieces, move it across the island and put it back together again. It takes a village! Everyone came out to help. People we had just met. Our new neighbor on the right hand side helped my husband remove the beams, and the neighbors on the left patched the shingles where the house was cut. As luck would have it, I’ve moved to a place surrounded by wonderful, kind, PATIENT people, and I love them all.
Now, when I have a free minute, I take a walk through my neighborhood and down past Miacomet Pond toward the beach. I enjoy the peace and quiet or the breeze blowing through the trees. I see beautiful birds and rabbits and turtles, and I think about how lucky I am to be where I am…in my beautiful dream home, on my sweet little street, in my friendly neighborhood on this little grey island…and I smile.