Tomorrow, I will celebrate my 1st year anniversary here in Maine. I survived 4 amazing yet unpredictable changing seasons. I endured a year of recurrent homesickness. And I underwent a series of cultural shocks too.
Living in Maine is a transition. Being in Maine is a life-changing. Accepting Maine is a test of survival.
I am still in the adjustment period. For how long? That I do not know. But what I know is… I am taking one step at a time. I am making progress each day. And I am having fun most of the time.
Being a Mainer is not easy. I had to adapt to its erratic weather. I had to deal with the annoying bugs during spring and summer. I had to deal with chilly days on fall. I had to deal with bitter cold on winter.
Being a Mainer is fun. I had to go camping, gold panning and tourmaline hunting in summer. I had to enjoy deer watching in our backyard on fall [while hubby goes deer hunting]. I had to go ice fishing, snowshoeing and snowmobiling on winter. And I had to go fly fishing in the rivers on spring.
Being a Mainer is cool. I had to do a lot of things that are new to me. I had to adapt to the lifestyle. I had to live like a Mainer.