So you’ve got it! You just booked the vacation of your dreams… or maybe you didn’t, maybe you’re just looking for a place to rest your head at night. Maybe you have a long layover and don’t feel like sleeping on an airport bench. Maybe you just want to venture somewhere new, and get to know the locals like a local would. And you got an AirBnB… and it looks perfect. The photos are legit, the interior seems… nice-ish for the budget, and there’s nothing else you want or need. It’s even advertised as “luxury”.
And then you show up.
And it’s actually a traphouse.
Welcome to Day 1 of our travel (mis)adventures.
Maine— just being here stirs up some things. I guess there are qualities about a place that never really go away. You love parts of it, people in it, m e m o r i e s associated with it… but you can’t really bring yourself to admit you love all of it for all the heartaches, drawbacks, and things it lacks. But you ignore those faults anyway and surround yourself with people you love and good energy. That’s what being home is. I think that’s what contentment is. It’s not just a love for, but it is also forgiveness of, a past you cannot change.
–December 19th, 2016
This post is something entirely new for me– a concept, a photojournalistic experience of a place many of you will likely never get the chance to see in December (I wouldn’t blame you, it’s absolutely frigid… and Maine sort of sucks in the winter). Despite all those things, it is a place I still fondly refer to as ‘home’ located in a little town called Camden, smack dab in the middle of the coast of Maine.
After going home for a solid month, I thought I’d give a little glimpse through my own figurative and literal lens to the Maine experience. This post sort of details all of the little things I found so beautiful where I once saw nothing as a teenager and a kid. It’s so odd to realize how times can change. I won’t lie– I think about my life and the life that could have been there, all the time.
I hope you are able to feel the way I felt being home– a dreamlike state of being neither here nor there. I also hope that same part of you falls in love with the very people, places, and things that I did.
I know, I know… I’ve been a little absent as of late, but I promise it’s for a good reason! I’ve been having the time of my life, gallivanting around Europe (Germany mostly, but we’re headed to France in a couple days), and making little stops along the away. It’s been go-go-go since the night I got here two weeks ago, and I only just stumbled upon a free moment to sit down and write out my thoughts.
Maine: Vacationland and the way life should be, it is home to a myriad of artists, a sprinkle of celebrities, some former FBI agents, and of course, me! I was raised here all my life, and Maine is the place I’ve come to rest my head for the past eighteen years. While I sound more than a little enamored with it now, it’s only after leaving and returning that I realized how much I love being in Maine. When I still lived here, I found it easy to take the clean air, the friendly (and familiar) faces, and the scenic summers for granted… but after leaving, found it even easier to miss it.
That’s not to say I don’t love Washington DC, because I do! It has become my new home in many ways, but I do miss the town I grew up in, from time to time
. They always say the grass looks greener on the other side. Recently I hosted a friend from outside of Boston for a couple days, who had never been to Maine. Needless to say, I was beyond eager to show them around! When you’re not from Maine, it’s easy to fall in love with it… and in a way, I think I even needed a fresh set of eyes to remind me of all the reasons I should be proud to call Maine my home.