Life in Maine

My first week in Maine was spent at a bed and breakfast in Saco, Maine, on the coast. Life at a B&B was not all it was cracked up to be. I remember a fascination with the “Potter B&B” (from Dawson’s Creek), that’s all gone now. I think I enjoy my privacy too much. It seemed that every time I left the house or came back the people there popped up as if from nowhere to see what I was doing. They were very kind; I prefer hotels. I did enjoy the long walks on the beach and watching Gilmore bury herself in the sand.

I hurried my search for a new home and met with a real estate agent, checking up on the house I had found online. By the middle of December, Gilmore and I were in our new home in central Maine.

The first snow came just days before our move and my first challenge was driving the mustang up the driveway, this was also the concern of everyone I met in town. Although the car has yet to be a problem, the next snow came days later, after an hour of shoveling the driveway; I realized I was in need of a snow blower. I knew nothing about what to buy but made my way to the hardware store to find out. The concept is not much different from a lawnmower. The more horse power and width of the blades the better.

There are so many unique things about winter in Maine. Suddenly everyone’s truck is equipped with a plow in front and items like sand, snow shovels, plastic on windows, and roof rakes are things you don’t want to live without.

Christmas:

The holidays in the new home were mostly spent painting, unpacking, and getting settled. My neighbors are very kind and had me over for a home cooked meal. Norm and Kathy have been very sweet to us since moving in. Gilmore has also made friends with Bailey, their beagle.

New Year:

I quickly found the library and became a frequent customer. I spent many days with applications and sending resumes. My friend, Steve, and I are perplexed about this process. Everyone asks for a resume and references, and additionally require an application with identical information. It’s so frustrating. This can lead to hours hanging out in the library. Finally, after a few interviews, one of which felt like a Friends episode (email if you want details), I got a job and just started work this week.