from away and living in a strange new land.

Well, the plan has gone awry and we went and bought a house here in Maine! We went back and forth about going back to Texas and all the discussions that could be had. In the end, we chose to stay here and enjoy small farm life for just a bit longer. Honestly, I didn’t want to be that far away from Aaron during his first couple of years of college.
No way around it, life is different here. There are views that will make your heart sing and bring tears to your eyes. There are folks you meet that are just the salt of the earth. It’s a place where time slows down and what to wear is not the most pressing question… although, let’s be real, I want to look cute when I’m in the barn. This is a land where you don’t take your faith for granted and you are so thankful that you have a place of worship to call home and you can stare in awe at His creation and revel in the cotton candy skies.
But in one specific way, it’s unlike any place I’ve ever lived. All of our adult lives, we have lived in towns that almost no one is from. New, growing suburbs where just about everyone you meet is a transplant from somewhere else. That’s not the case here. About 98% of the people that I have met are from here. Generations linking them to a far off time. It’s not strange to have roads named after your family here. Lives steeped in history and tradition. I love the thought of that.
As much as I love that sentiment, as much as I wonder if our family tree will be rooted here, it can be a lonely existence for people who are from away. Weird as it may sound, it can get dull with just us all of the time. I am so used to being surrounded by friends and family that these past 2 years almost feel like living on an island. We haven’t lived in our own home these last couple of years, so I haven’t felt very comfortable inviting people over. I am thankful for my son’s involvement with his high school running team. That community has been such a blessing and truly helped our family transition. I’m not trying to rant or throw myself a pity party of one. I’m really reflecting on the importance of community. Deep, intimate, authentic community. This time in Maine has taught some tough, but essential life lessons and I am thankful. I pray that I always keep an open eye for someone who needs a friend and an extra seat at the dinner table.

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