Someday I want to live in a mint-green house by the sea. (Hopefully mine will be on a foundation that inspires a bit more confidence.) I shall have a red boat. And I will spend many contemplative hours looking out onto the horizon.
After which, I will fill my belly with lobster rolls (only the chips and roll portion, mind you—someone else can have the lobster). Finally, I’ll cap off each day with a Maine blueberry ice cream cone.
When I was packing up to leave New York City I was already anxious to return. What would I be missing out on? Would Anna run into Jake Gyllenhaal again without me? Would they eat tons of delicious dumplings and donuts? Would a spontaneous dance party erupt down Fifth Ave? New York becomes addicting after awhile and it’s difficult to tear yourself away.
But once I was in Maine, I was in no rush to return to New York City.
It’s quite nice to just sit on a deck and watch boats drift along. And walk down streets so empty you have to say “Hello, good morning!” to each passerby. And it’s lovely to breath fresh, saltwater air and eat ice cream cones everyday (I’m pretty sure Maine locals do that).