One week from today, I will be back in Maine, and I can’t wait. Each time I go home, I experience the most incredible sense of well-being. I don’t know how else to describe it – it’s as if the place itself reminds me of who I truly am.
I’ve already put together an ‘itinerary’ of sorts (sorry Mom, Dad, Nick, K, and Eddie – who will all be ‘privileged’ with the opportunity to participate in this madness) of places I want to go to and document for future blog posts. I hope that excites you as much as it excites me!
With that in mind, I wanted to ask you – what do you love about Maine? Is there something specific you’d like me to write about, and if so, what is it? Maybe I can research it during this trip – or at least prepare to do so during future visits.
A few of the things I love about Maine are:
- the people (their ingenuity, commitment to community, work ethic, and so much more)
- the coast (who doesn’t?)
- the mountains (for their recreational activities – hiking, skiing, snowboarding, etc.)
- the seasons
- the way Portland is becoming increasingly recognized as a ‘foodie’ city
There are two very distinct moments in my life (so far) when I’ve realized what a special place Maine is. Even years later, the clarity of these memories is very strong. The first occurred when I was about 15, driving our 4-wheeler home from a day of working and riding horses at Vienna Farm. I was near our neighborhood, and drove up a hill overlooking a meadow. When I came to the top and saw the way the sun filtered in through the trees, I was immediately struck by the simple beauty of it. I remember thinking that I’d never really seen Maine as ‘beautiful’ before – it was just where I lived, not necessarily special – it was the first time I could understand why Mom and Dad chose to live here and not leave. Now, as an adult, I’m sure there were other, more practical reasons as well, but as a fanciful fifteen-year-old, the beauty was what mattered to me.
My second ‘enlightening,’ you might say, came during a summer home from college as I was strolling through the Old Port. For the first time, I saw the Old Port through the eyes of a visitor – perhaps a prospective student – and the immense appeal of the place hit me at once. I’d just taken it for granted – the charming cobblestone streets and brick buildings – the oceanfront – the great shopping – the excellent bar hopping. And I could suddenly see why someone, anyone, would want to live here, whether they’d grown up here or not.
Thanks for joining me in my trip down memory lane, and I do hope you’ll share a memory of your own with me, or a reason you’ve come to love the great state of Maine. As I asked above, what do you love about Maine?
6 days to go…