Air kisses

When I leave a place I feel like a kid that only has ever learned to blow kisses as a goodbye. So clumsy with her emotions. Goodbyes are never something I’ve been good at nor are they something I have become used to with all the people I’ve had to say that to. But I would never sacrifice connection and investment for that twisty feeling of goodbye to go away. It is the best and the worst feeling all at once. A confirmation that you love well and are easy to love.

Maine taught me a lot about boldness. It spoke to me about spacial awareness, being more comfortable in the uncomfortable, living with intention in each moment. It stretched and strained me professionally and emotionally. Majority of the patients I took care of up here were addicts or confused and hostile dementia patients. I learned how to be stern. I discovered so much in this left upper corner of the US. So much I never would’ve known existed if I hadn’t chosen to embrace a rural, quiet life. And I was taught how to be still when everything around you is flipping upside down.

I adore Maine and everyone I met inside it. I’ve learned with all my traveling that people are people; they’re pretty much the same everywhere, just with a different surrounding. And kindness always exists. Air kisses to my lovely Maine :)