See, there was a time in my life where I hated having to tell people I was from Maine. That time being college...and a few years while I lived in New York. I hated having to explain that yes, we have electricity and yes, I've seen television before, and no, I don't live in the middle of a forest.
And let's face it. Saying you're from Maine doesn't exactly give you much street cred.
It wasn't until I was a little bit older that I realized I'm pretty lucky to say I grew up in a state as beautiful as Maine.
|Nothing better than beaches for miles...|
Whenever my friends from New York come to Maine, they are surprised by how much history I know about my state and about the places I take them (shout outs to my second grade production of Maine-ly Mother Moose for the history lesson). Imagine about 40 second graders singing this little gem. I love bringing my friends around and showing Maine off to them. Wherever I go, if I meet someone from Maine, they are always so proud of where they are from.
|You know what they say about men with big feet....they have HUGE boots!|
|Thanks for the pic, Yuyin!|
|You know, like an ice cream truck. Complete with music!|
Now that I've come home, I am happy to say that I know I made the right decision. It may have taken me a long time, but I've finally figured out where I want to be.