I believe I left my last entry on quite the cliffhanger. I’m sure you’ve been disquieted ever since.
Well good news. I wasn’t left to live six weeks on the streets. We arrived at Bowdoin College. We spent a whole day fretting and wondering if I’d made a mistake by tagging along.
Since we still had several hours to wait, we drove our rental car down to Orr’s Island and happened upon this amazing shack that was selling happiness.
Our first lobster roll and clam chowder. Definitely not our last.
Finally Billy was allowed to check in and get his information and key. We walked the dreaded march to his room. Would there be three beds with two other roommates already lounging? Or just one?
After he swiped his card I rushed in to find one. glorious. bed.
That also meant that we would be sharing a twin bed for the next month and a half, but had you been there you wouldn’t’ve heard us complaining.
I’ll just start out by saying that Maine is gorgeous and I encourage everyone to visit. The majority of the days reaches a max of 75 degrees. There are beautiful islands and beaches, lighthouses and tidal pools, lobsters and fresh fruit, hiking trails and ambient woods, and all around some of the best people.
I know for certain that when I look back to this time I will remember the people that we’ve met. Our first Sunday in church was the most welcomed I’ve ever been, anywhere. And since day one our friends have freely given so many wonderful gifts and willingly and constantly welcomed us into their homes.
One family here is always inviting me to come help on her farm. Which if you knew how much free time I had here while Billy is rehearsing, you would definitely understand what a blessing it is to get out of our room and spend time in the sun, laboring with my hands. Also I will just say that it is rare for me to find people that it’s very easy to feel as comfortable in the silences as well as during conversations (which I love). Her family is the absolute cutest, and she has totally inspired my whole future. I now know I want to grow up to be a knowledgeable farmer, a strong mother, and an awesome beekeeper.
Another admirable family here has really gone above welcoming me to Brunswick. She let me tag along to her barre and cycling classes. She let me watch her adorable twins for two whole days. She once literally gave me the shoes off her feet. She inspired me to give more and apologize less.
The final couple that I absolutely love that we found here is seriously the most kindhearted people I know. I keep waiting for them to eventually turn to us and say “go away – we’ve given y’all a lot” because they have given us so much, and all the time! They both remind me of my siblings, and every time I’m with them I feel like they are apart of my family. They have inspired me to always be happy with what we have and to always be happy to give.
If I could only leave one note in this whole entry, it would be this – never underestimate the power of your service. Being homeless this summer has shown Billy and I time and time again that people have the biggest hearts. And everyday we are grateful and amazed at the untiring mindfulness directed to us.
I’ll sporadically share specific stories as I remember them. But for now I’ll just launch into my disorganized memories of my time here thus far.
As I’m sure you can imagine, I’ve been going to a lot of concerts. Let me just say that again.
I have been to a lot of concerts.
I have loved all the songs that Billy’s played in. All the rest are alright.
I loved all of the pieces in the beginning. But after a while a string quartet sounds like a string quartet.
As I alluded to earlier, Billy (obviously) is very busy here. He has a purpose here. I do not. Before I arrived to Maine I was pretty set on getting a little job here for six weeks. But the second we walked into our little bedroom, I quickly realized I wanted nothing to do with a job right now.
I determined to use this time to do things that feed my soul.
And I gotta be honest.
It’s hard work.
I was always
inviting myself being invited to hangout with our new friends, babysit, help garden, and in general be social. I got to spend a whole day with the sister missionaries, helping them do work. I read my book about Thomas Jefferson, watched (and finished!) my dumb show that has thirteen seasons too many, I diligently ran and worked out. I end most days with a concert, happy.
Another way Billy and I have been constantly feeding our souls is through gelato.
Our first time here we were introduced to the Mystery Pint, which is where they take the little bits of whatever is left over at the end of the day and shove it all into pint containers. Buying a pint is less expensive than one of their small cups of hand-scooped gelato. Also more fun! You can get up to five different flavors in one Mystery Pint. After all the many pints we’ve gotten, only once did we get a nasty one – coffee flavor. But really you can’t go wrong.
Some of the first things we did when we got to Maine was to eat lots of lobster. A few days into the festival and a bunch of people headed out to Harpswell Island for the adventure that is eating a whole lobster.
I loved the experience as well as the pure delight that is eviscerating and eating a lobster that was alive not even an hour ago.
We were able to borrow Billy’s sponsor’s car and drive to Portland, ME and let me tell you how in love I am.
It’s a perfect little city! Mainly it’s perfect because it’s a little city. I mean that geographically. It has a really cute Old Port section.
And it has all these new hipster places to eat and shop and everything is really cute and for the most part clean. We first went to Duck Fat, where everything is fried in (you guessed it) duck fat. It was extremely yummy, but definitely overpriced and too long a wait for fries.
Next we tried The Holy Donut. Their claim to fame is that they make their donuts from mashed potatoes. They were very creative, different, and delicious.
Plus the city it has awesome views of the ocean and I’m just in love.
After a fun day in Portland we drove a few minutes to Cape Elizabeth. Not very swimmable, but very photogenic.
I wish I had more photos of my friend’s farm, because I loved the days I spent over there. She has this certain wisdom that calmed all my concerns about my own future (which are plenty and vicious). I had some of the best conversations over watering corn and watering potatoes.
Also she has bees. I don’t know why everybody doesn’t. I want to be a bee now. I’d be smarter if I was.
We had a fun Saturday at the Board of Trustees president’s summer cabin. I was certainly happy when I was invited to tag along. It was one of those things I was hoping I’d get to experience while here in Maine.
That’s right. A magical yacht ride.
Billy enjoyed a two-second dip in the freezing water.
It was a great day of masterfully grilled burgers, beautiful scenery, and great company.
On July 17th, we celebrated our second anniversary! In all honesty, I was being a poor wife this day because I wanted to spend a lot of time with him and I chose to get angry when he had too many rehearsal hours booked.
Finally we got to the Indian restaurant I’d been looking forward to eating at for weeks. When we got to their door we saw that their lunch prices were way cheaper than the dinner prices, so Billy convinced us both to come back another day. And I’m still not sure what trickery he used to bamboozle me into getting pizza again (we’d eaten at this exact same pizza place the day before), but before I knew it we were being seated and I had no other choice than to follow suit and order what the love of my life loved.
And to finish up this post, I’ll just try to capture the feeling of this perfect little town.
I’m not sure what it is to be honest with you. Maybe it’s the flawless weather outside. Maybe it’s the fact that, while it’s a pretty small town, there are actual things to do all the time and some of the most delicious places I’ve ever eaten. It’s not crowded, and the people you meet are some of the nicest. Who’s not happy in Maine? Maybe it’s the amount of people in unique cars and quirky kilts. I think it has something to do with the fact that the people, the food, the air itself is wholesome. Brunswick, Maine is a nourishing kind of town.
Oh yeah. Gotta mention the two of us
fighting through finishing this puzzle.
One of our proudest moments.
Lastly: proud wife moment.
None of this would be possible if it weren’t for this truly incredible man that I am so very blessed to call my husband. He gives me back rubs in the morning, rehearses all day long with new friends, and plays with beautiful passion in front of hundreds of people. He brought us to Maine with his talent alone, and even though he has been so busy learning nine new pieces in six weeks, he still manages to make my everyday fun.
With much love,
From Maine ♥