Missing Maine(Photo: I 295 North) I don't talk about it that much, but I do miss my dear Maine. Do you know what I realized just now? Today was the first time I missed a major election vote in Maine. I mean, I know my Massachusetts vote in the primaries was just as significant as the Maine caucus goers' today, but for the first time, I wasn't there. I've never not been in Maine during a major election, since I've been of voting age.
Maybe that's why I'm unable to fall asleep tonight. I feel like I'm missing out on something, something I would have placed in high importance had I been there.
I felt that way about living in Maine when the Boston sports teams won championship victories: I was sad that I didn't live closer to the city so I could celebrate with more people. But this time around is way different because this time means more. (Photo: Lewiston Mill from Gritty's deck in Auburn, Maine)Alas, I must resolve to move on from these feelings of absence, as I know that I'm not ready to return to my beloved. Still need to sow my geographical wild oats some more. A lot more. But I think I'm going up next month and then in June and again in July. So, there's plenty of conjugal visits, so to speak.
Photo: Hayfield on Pleasant Hill Road, Brunswick/Freeport Maine
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