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Monday, February 8, 2010

When your heart is without a "HOME"; Maine

It has been 6 months since I left my home in Maine.

I am in hell here in NC!

Maine seems so far away, but so near my grasp. I miss the hell out of my adopted state! Granted, I was only there for 5 months, but it felt like a life time to me. A place where I want to hang my hat when I grow up. That's home to me!

I have spent most of 2009 circling from Georgia to Maine and every where in between more then once. A lost nomad looking for her way to find her happiness. I have had no clue where I've been or where I've been headed, but I've finally found some of my happiness. If you had told me years ago that I needed to be out in the open mountain air, I would have laughed at you and told you that you were crazy, but today, I now know that it is exactly where I need to be. Many people over the years have asked me, "if you could live anywhere, where would it be". I have always answered "my grandma's cabin. Nice secluded camp nestled back in the brush amongst the hills in Northern Ontario. But now it would come in a tie between there and my new found love of Maine.

I miss the sound of a cold fog horn blowing in the early morning hours crying out like a momma to her child, waking up to see the mist covering all the sights before me, the seagulls that sat on a roof top across the street from my house all lined up like little soldiers waiting to be fed, I miss seeing all the boats bobbing on the gentle ocean waves in the harbor, or the anticipation that I might catch a glimpse of a bear or moose.  Yes I miss my Maine.

I fell in love with Maine the minute I crossed the bridge into Kittery. From that moment on I was hooked!

1 comment:

perphila said...

Well, I have lived in Maine almost my whole life. I know it's charms...:)

I remember I had moved away out west for 10 months and when I drove back I could smell the ocean before I even got into the state. It was so STRONG. I will never forget it and I just loves the smell. Now, having it only yards away from my home I am glad I came back.