Maine

As most people who read this know, I live in Maine. And of course you know that hasn't always been the case. After two years here I would have thought that the differences here would soon begin to fade and that I would just settle into everything. Not so.

My family and I went out to try a new restaurant yesterday. Don't get me wrong, the food was good, but can I just say BLAND. I'm not even sure they salted any of it. To most people here that would have gone unnoticed, but of course, not to me.

Then there is the school year. No one here thinks it's strange that their children are in school until June 23 or later. Years later, and I mean years later, I can't imagine not being out of school in May.

Then again I never thought I would be married with a child and living in Maine. Yet here I am going on eight years being married, a 6 year old daughter, living just about as far north as you can in the United States and loving every minute of it.

If you had asked me at 22 what I would be doing at almost 32, I can bet not one of those instances would have come up.

Fear

Well I guess I really had nothing to be afraid of. I was of the mentality yesterday that, "if I build it they will come." Well I built it, and now I'm starting to feel like Ray did in the beginning of Field of Dreams, like an idiot.

I know that once the word is out my friends and family will check the blog out just to say they have. Not sure if they'll even "post" anything. But just the sheer anxiety I felt when I started yesterday leaves me laughing today, knowing that only one other person has even read what I wrote.

I guess our expectations in life, even for the next day, can be altered.

Hello out there

Well here I go. Off to explore the world of blogs. How funny that most of my life I've wanted everyone to know exactly what I was thinking and now I can put my thoughts out there and actually think that someone is reading them.

I'll have to admit it all sounds so easy when you're brainstorming with your friends about setting one of these things up. Then when you actually bite the bullet and do it, the butterflies start and the cold sweats. Well, maybe not quite that bad, but you get the picture.

So here we are, now if we only knew with great certainty where in the world we were going.