Cold, lonely Maine.
I didn’t know what to expect when I moved to Jonesboro, Maine, but I pictured that life here would be cold and lonely. So, what’s it really like Downeast?
It is definitely cold here… but surprisingly doesn’t feel too cold. At the times when I’m up the hill milking at 6:30am and the wind is blowing sideways and wrestling the temperature below the zero degree mark, I’m either moving or snuggled up next to a big, toasty doe. So the cold feels bearable here.
I have felt loneliness creep into my joints only once in the two weeks I’ve been here. It’s difficult to feel lonely when I’m part of a family of 7+ people who are just silly enough that I fit right in. And I have a friend here who I can talk to about the big things that matter. A warm, unexpected surprise.
My heart is filled up by so many things each day, occasionally I can’t stop smiling and thinking about how lucky I am to be here. Most of the time, though, my life here feels so natural that it’s difficult to not feel completely at home.