Traveling back and forth from maine to virgina throughout college, you would think that I would be a light packer by now. Unfortunately for me I have not mastered this skill, which always leads to frantic last minute bags of stuff, and hours of 3D tetris in my car (which I am amazing at btw). As I finished packing it finally hit me. I’m leaving, for a really really long time.
This thought has been hiding in the back of my head the past week, as I stuffed most of my time with old friends who I’ve missed while in Virginia, but hadn’t really hit me until 20 minutes ago. I’ve spent 4 years convincing myself that I hate Maine (ok the snow in Maine), and I never want to stay here, yet for some reason I’m sad about leaving tomorrow. When I first came back to Maine at the beginning of this week, while driving through portland, I realized how much I had missed the ocean. The smell of it, the sight of it, and yes even the bone numbing cold of it. I missed Portland, and all it of it’s variety it has to offer. Now a barely a week after coming back to everything, I feel like I’m losing it all again.
However, I am also very excited for the year to come. I get to take an amazing road trip with my mom, aunt, and uncle, and spend a year exploring a completely new world to me. I have no idea what to expect from the places I go to, the people I meet, or what I may find out in the west. I’m sure it will be strange to get used to the slower pace of the midwest, but perhaps this is a year I need. To recharge my school batteries, and plan my next stage in my schooling.
Montana! Get ready for this Maineac!