Maine Event

Just this past weekend I went to Maine to visit one of my oldest friends. She and I met in middle school and were inseparable from the start. She was more than a friend, but a sister to me and I looked to her family as my own. When her and her husband got married, they decided to spend their honeymoon in Maine. After that trip they were determined to move there. We all thought they were crazy to leave their life in Texas behind and take a leap of faith to move to the freezing North with no job and no place to live. After this weekend I can see why they fell in love with their new home. If you have never been to Maine, it is absolutely breathtaking. It feels old world, as though it has yet to be discovered. Coming from the city and going to a State full of nothing but small towns it felt liberating. Everything and everyone moved at their own pace with no worry in the world. 

I felt relaxed, calm, and at peace.

 

Like any friendship with time and distance, phone calls and conversations become scarce. But the thing I love about us and about certain friends is that no matter how long you go without talking, the moment you do it feels like you never stopped, you can pick up where you left off. The last time she and I saw each other was almost 2 years ago, but once I arrived in Maine it seemed as if it were yesterday. There are only a handful of friends that I could feel like that with, and she is one of them. To me those are the friendships that will last a lifetime. That was my first trip to Maine, but it certainly won't be my last.