I’m beginning to feel more at home in the great state of Maine. It’s taken me longer than I imagined and than I would have liked, but I’m thankful I’ve stuck it out and made the most of it.
Some of my family got to visit a few days last week and I was absolutely through the roof. As soon as I saw their car driving down the road, I ran after it. I know that I looked like a crazy lady and I don’t care at all. Getting to wrap my arms around my sweet sister’s neck was completely worth it.
Getting to show my people around for a couple of days of was so much fun. They absolutely loved the park and how beautiful it was. I was so thankful the weather cooperated and the days were perfect. I took them to my favorite places to eat. We gorged on lobster, ice-cream, blueberries, and pancakes. We drove around the entire park, stopping numerous times to admire the views. We drove to a lighthouse and got to see it, which was near the top of my bucket list.
But my favorite thing I got to do with them was take them to Cadillac Mountain to watch the sunrise. Since Bar Harbor is on the east coast and the sun rises in the east, Cadillac Mountain is the first place in the United States you can see the sunrise. I’ve been wanting to go and watch the sunrise there since I first got here, but I don’t have a car up here, so it made it a little difficult. I figured it would be perfect to get to watch it with them. So at 3:30 in the morning, we drug ourselves out of bed and drove to the top of the mountain.
It was cloudy and it seemed as though we weren’t going to see the sun or any of the pretty colors that came with the sunrise. I was completely devastated. And very annoyed. But we stuck it out and waited at the top of the mountain. And just when it seemed like we wouldn’t get to see the show, there was a break in the clouds. Bright yellow seeped through, a deep purple stained the clouds, oranges blended smoothly in with red. The sun was peeking its face through that break. Smiles spread from ear to ear on everyone’s face. We all pulled out our cameras and I snuggled closer to my sister, a break in my clouds.
A couple of days later, at the Bangor airport, I fought back tears as I hugged my people goodbye. I didn’t want to think about them boarding the plane and heading back to Tennessee while I was about to catch an Uber and head back to Bar Harbor. After I waved for the final time and turned to walk away, a single tear fell down my face. I suddenly felt all alone again. I knew from the beginning that the end of their visit would come soon, but I had no idea it would be that soon. I wished we had had one more day together, but I knew I’d still be sad when that day ended too. No amount of time with them was going to be enough.
As I got in the car with my Uber driver, she told me that she needed coffee and was going to stop at Dunkin Donuts and would buy my coffee if that was okay with me. Of course I agreed. At Dunkin they accidentally made an extra coffee and gave it to me for free. Two free coffees? I couldn’t complain. A break in the clouds.
I was so worried that after my people left, I was going to be just as homesick as before they got there, if not more. But I was okay. I was thankful to have seen them and to be reminded how loved I am and that have I was the best people on the planet waiting for me with open arms whenever I return. I’m honestly not sure if there’s a better feeling than that.
The days that have followed their visit have been good. I haven’t been homesick and I’ve gotten closer to my roommates and coworkers. I’m learning that life isn’t going to slow down for anything.