I may live in Maine, but I don’t live near the ocean. I’m at least 2 hours away from the coast, and that’s if the traffic isn’t too bad. I live about an hour from any kind of lake that has a beach. In the summertime, I often wish I lived elsewhere—near ANY body of water. Yesterday, my family and I went to the coast to eat lobster rolls and smell the sea water, then went swimming in a pond at a state park. It was absolutely lovely. Yet we spent more time *in* the car then out. The drive was beautiful, but it gave me little twinges of envy of those that live on the coast.
This morning, I woke up to a warm, sunny day. I dressed in my running gear, but told my husband I would only be walking. I just wasn’t in the mood for a run. I wanted to be outside and moving, but my body was tired and my pancreas was irritated at all the food I had eaten the day before (lobster dipped in butter, ice cream, Chinese food, yikes!). So I downloaded a new audio book (Nora Ephron’s I Remember Nothing–it’s hilarious) and headed outdoors. As I walked along at a decent clip with Nora reading to me, I took the time to really admire where I live.
I’ve lived in my little town of Levant for over 12 years now. My street, Mt Pleasant Road, is a place that I have known since birth. My mother was born here and my grandmother still lived here until I was in my late 20s. It’s always been a place that I’ve loved, but more because of the people that were here and not the actual land or location. I sometimes wish I lived in Bangor or any place that had a grocery store. (It’s 20 minutes to the closest grocery store or pharmacy.) Yet, after coming back from nearly any shopping outing, I tend to comment on my appreciation of the lack of traffic on my road or the fact that I can see the stars at night.
As I walked my road this morning, I really looked at the wide variety of trees we have here. Everything just looked so beautiful to me today, that I walked an extra mile (and maybe ran a smidge) to get back to my house and get my camera. I inhaled the smell of warm hay as I passed a field. I took my headphones off as I passed a little swamp and listened to the loud croaking of the frogs (and actually saw one for the first time). I just took the time to truly appreciate this place I currently call home. (I also continuously swatted the horse flies that flew around my head, but let’s pretend that part didn’t happen.)
My home may not be near a beach and it may not have any shopping facilities nearby, but this location is aptly named–it’s a pleasant place to live. I don’t know if I’ll live here forever (the older I get, the less I want to own a house), but for right now, I am happy to be here, and I love being able to share it with you. If you ever want to visit, just let me know. We may even see one of the many animals that live here–turkeys, turtles, rabbits, deer, skunks, or groundhogs. And I’ll even swat away the horse flies for you. I’m just that kind of gal. 🙂
Smoochie and I walked/jogged this morning on a normal route near our house. We cross a road called Pleasant Hill and I said where’s the actual pleasant part of this hill? Just thought you might appreciate that. Speaking of appreciating, I always appreciate you and your blogs. Love you!
Ha! Love it, Trish, and you!
Holly my husband and I leave close to you in Stetson! Small world!