Your Maine trip sounds wonderful. I spent three very consequential summers of my life in Maine -- one in Rockport, doing a photography work-study program at the Maine Photographic Workshop; then house-sitting for a friend's parents, taking care of their cat, dog, bunny, and garden, quite near Rockport, in a place whose name I no longer remember; and finally Bar Harbor, where my then-gf and I moved after college to work service industry jobs and try to save up money for a trip to Europe. We lived in a falling-apart trailer, and the experience was sort of a disaster in many ways, but I look back fondly on that time. Maybe precisely because those memories are proof of just how much change was going to come in the following years. (I just looked up where we lived on Google satellite view, and the tailer is long gone; it's just an empty field now.)
Your Maine trip sounds wonderful. I spent three very consequential summers of my life in Maine -- one in Rockport, doing a photography work-study program at the Maine Photographic Workshop; then house-sitting for a friend's parents, taking care of their cat, dog, bunny, and garden, quite near Rockport, in a place whose name I no longer remember; and finally Bar Harbor, where my then-gf and I moved after college to work service industry jobs and try to save up money for a trip to Europe. We lived in a falling-apart trailer, and the experience was sort of a disaster in many ways, but I look back fondly on that time. Maybe precisely because those memories are proof of just how much change was going to come in the following years. (I just looked up where we lived on Google satellite view, and the tailer is long gone; it's just an empty field now.)