Neighborhoods

We love Allerton Hill for its quiet rise, the sweep of Boston Light, and the old Kennedy House watching the harbor. Historic homes and newer spots all share those sunrise lighthouse moments.

Locals stroll the Alphabet Streets like a string of sandy beads. Each short lane carries salt air, neighbor hellos, and a quick slip to the water.

Rockaway Annex feels like vacation mode baked into daily routines. Broad water views and lazy gulls make it easy to exhale here every day.

Atlantic Hill sits like a quiet balcony over Nantasket’s buzz. We climb a few stairs, feel the breeze, and watch beach life roll below.

Green Hill gives us filtered light, pockets of hush, and surprise water glints. Coastal air drifts through backyards where neighbors linger to chat.

Gunrock is waves in your ears before you see them. Broad sand, kids chasing tide pools, and cottages steeped in coffee and sunscreen mornings.

Hampton Circle bends around bright water we never tune out. We grab a snack, wander back, and watch the bay catch late light.

Hull Village is the town’s old soul—slopes, steeples, and layered fishing stories. Evening hush settles fast between the hills and harbor.

Kenberma is our everyday main street energy. Morning coffee, familiar shopkeepers, and sunset takeout walks stitch the day together.

Pemberton Point is where we watch ferries thread the harbor and the skyline glow. Open water, wind, and gull chatter frame quiet pauses.

Sagamore Hill lifts us just enough to feel removed yet connected. The name whispers its past while sea light slides between fences.

A distinctive waterfront condo community connected by bridge and recognized as a neighborhood in its own right — with harbor views and quick access to Nantasket Avenue.

Strawberry Hill hands out soft sunsets and quick quiet. Salt and pine mix in the air while time seems to stretch a little longer.

Sunset Point earns its name nightly. We drift to the edge, watch gold fade to violet, and count ourselves lucky again.

Surfside is flip‑flops, boards under arms, and sand that sneaks home. Mornings begin with gull chatter and an easy walk to the break.

West Corner trades crowds for layered calm—pond reflections and ocean light. We breathe easier where quiet settles over the flats.