It looks like I won't be making it to Maine this year, and I need to go more than anything. My family will hopefully be visiting me in California soon so I will see them at least. But I will miss seeing the waves on the rocks, the wind in the trees, the rainy misty days we don't get in Los Angeles.
I miss so many things; I miss the house I grew up in.
I miss my hometown of Thomaston. I miss its old-fashioned shop windows and charming old buildings. It sometimes makes me sad when I am there, but it is still a hauntingly beautiful place.
I even miss this crazy old bridge by the river we were supposed to avoid when I was younger. It used to be a trash site but now it is a lovely park. I went there a few years ago to paint watercolors with my father.
I miss visiting my mother in Portland, it is such an intriguing old city. Much of the city is made of brick because it has burned down so many times.
A small, vibrant city by the bay; Portland Maine is world known for great food and drink.
Speaking of food. I miss visiting my aunt and uncle in Unity, Maine; and eating their great; down-home cooking. My aunt Sidney would do most of the cooking, but my uncle Jim would often grill up the meat. After a hard day of toiling in the fields, they would sit us down for a lovely dinner. We would sit and talk for hours on almost every topic, often with a glass of wine or two or three. Often we would also have tea with our dessert....often delicious pie!
After dessert, we would gather around the TV and watch a mystery together. Then I would bed down in the cabin out back and read myself to sleep.
Then I would wake to the beautiful countryside.
I also miss visiting my brother Josh in Damariscotta. It is a charming little town that does not get too many tourists.
The last time I visited there was some sort of celebration going on and we had dinner by the docks.
We also went to visit the Botanical Gardens in Boothbay Harbor. A beautiful. mystical place.
I miss Maine. Hopefully, I can visit again soon.
