Happy Sunday All!
Yesterday, I had a whole lot rolling around in my brain. It was one of those days when I was feeling the struggle of living in a whole different place trying to be the person I have been and wondering how to be the person I am now. I wanted to share that piece of writing with you because not every day is so simple, sometimes things can get complicated up in my thoughts! We shall get to it in a sec.
There was a heck of a lot of encouragement from the peeps in my life to start doing this. So after some time thinking it over while sipping my coffee (a very common occurrence I might add), I decided it is time to give it a go.
My original thought when I first relocated to the UK was to shower everyone back home with all the great things this place has to offer. I wanted to have pictures up daily and links to places and just go gung ho. Problem was, I kinda had to get used to it here first. There are a few things I am great at multitasking with, but significant changes is not one of them. I have had a lot of that. So, for the past year, I decided eventually I would come back to this idea. But there was some observation to be done first. I now feel like this is the time to start doing that, but with a twist. My friends and co workers here ask about where I am from, and even though I gab on and on about it, there comes a point where eyes go glazed and I know I have lost 'em. So, I figured I would reach out and grab all the articles, funny videos jokes and general interesting knowledge that MDI and Maine has to offer. This way, I can also share who I am and get my UK peeps genuinely interested!
So, without further ado, here are my thoughts from yesterday. Although they are a bit on the serious side, sometimes I am gonna have days like that. Please feel free to leave suggestions below regarding anything interesting you think I should share about MDI. Ta!
I woke up after a series of dreams this morning with the longing to sit on my mom's lawn furniture and drink a cup of coffee. However, let me set the scene for this.
I am nostalgic for a foggy cool summer Maine morning. Because they are my favourite kind of days on MDI. When I can curl up in sweater but also wear my flip flops. I want to sit there, with the dog at my feet and listen to the sound of neighbours starting a lawn mower or hammering nails into whatever project they are working on next. The sound of buzzing insects and the wind gently rustling the green leaves above me. I just want that moment, that kinda day sometimes. There are times when I suddenly cannot breathe because it is not possible to simply take a drive to her house. Let me assure you, I am completely content living in England in love smile emoticon I loooooove it here with a passion and it is the perfect way to spend the next part of my life! But I think it is completely normal to have moments where I will feel like this, and this is the first time I have ever shared it on here.
I was recently reading an article about the buildings on West Street and there was a curiosity of what the locals thought. I read what others had wrote and I responded to it too. I have also thought a lot about it over the past few days, but who would I discuss this with here?
After moving away from Maine, especially MDI, you realise where you have been raised. My brother realises this too after moving to Vegas and all the sand it has to offer. Us islanders, despite bitching about 'lack of opportunities' and longing for the economy to be stable year round, realise how special MDI is. I think the West Street debate is hot because we have been raised in a simple perfection. I have been raised on one of the most stunning places on the planet. When people here show interest in where I am from, I immediately say "you have to go there. It should be mandatory for everyone's bucket list." I have had a lot of moments I never thought I'd say that. But, deep down I always knew I had it good being raised there.
I know that my only true struggle here is being able to get anyone to understand where I am from is what makes me who I am. I guess I wish I could. There's no way to explain foggy days like that. Or the smell of the ocean air mixed with suntan lotion. Or the mountains towering above your head. Or the reason I am never in a hurry is because I have spent my life socialising. I have waited as a child for my mom to stop talking to the fifteenth person at Don's whilst we grocery shop then I have walked down the street to cash my paycheck as an adult and taken twenty minutes to do so because I ran into fifteen people on the way there. How do you explain that?
It's not trying to explain that I am an American, it's trying to explain why someone would get so excited about blueberry season or fiddle heads. Why despite trying to have girly moments and dress up, I am most comfortable in a cozy sweater and my flip flops wink emoticon
I guess what I am trying to say is I am trying to figure out how this gal from a small fishing community can show she has lot to offer England. That there is a wealth of knowledge in her noggin and a spirit that won't quit.
Anyway, those are the thoughts in my head this Saturday. Perhaps I should start a blog.
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