Summertime is upon us and I've been feeling, once again, out of sorts. It's a whole new adjustment period. Our old routines are no more and we're transitioning in to a new lifestyle. Summertime in Iowa meant daycamp, swiming lessons, going to the park, playdates, central air conditioning, heat index, humidity, our town fair, parades, cub scout campouts, family and friends, peaches and cream corn on the cob, bbq.
So far summertime in Maine has been completely different. I didn't sign the boy up for any camps this year. We are in the midst of heavy house hunting and that means yet another big transition in the near future. It also means that we aren't tied down to any particular metro area so it is hard to make camp plans with that in mind. That is OK because the boys and I are just playing tourists this season. There is still so much for us to see for the first time that there really is no shortage of things to do or places to see. It does completely throw any sort of routine out the window though and that's hard on all of us.
It's been so cool and rainy that air conditioning has been the furthest thing from my mind. In fact, homes in Maine pretty much don't have central air. That does not bother me at all though because I've never liked a/c. I can't stand being shut in from the outside. I'd much rather sweat it out inside as long as I can still hear the birds sing and smell the flowers.
Last night I was headed to the grocery store to pick up a few things. It was a beautiful evening and very quickly my plans changed. Before I knew it, I was headed to the Portland Head Light again. It's really not that close by, but I do end up going there about once a week. The boys absolutely love to run around and take it all in. There is lots of open green space for them to run. Plus, the drive out there is pretty, too.
I could take hundreds of photos of the Portland Head Light. I feel sort of silly taking so many though considering they all look the same. I could create one photo album just of shots of this lighthouse. I love it. It makes my heart sing. It also brings back memories of how I felt as a visitor here.
It's still so surreal to be at these amazing places and think to myself 'I live here.' I know its silly, but I've started to claim some ownership. It's so fun to watch far flung people grasp the magic of it all. I just think to myself 'I get it! I know! Isn't it amazing!?' I don't think I'll ever lose that feeling.