Maine
All the morning prep and the long drive to Maine were worth it the moment I arrived and saw the spectacular view. Of course, getting out the door, especially after not being home all day, had me scurrying from the moment I woke up until I finally pulled onto the road around 10 a.m. I somehow managed to squeeze an entire weekend’s worth of chores into a couple of hours, along with packing and bringing several dress options, since the blue dress I ordered must still be somewhere over the Atlantic. The drive up through Maine is a familiar one. I’ve traveled those same roads countless times since childhood while visiting my grandmother, who lived in Bath. The trip turned into a wonderful drive down memory lane as I pointed out landmarks that had stood out to me as a kid. Passing through Bath, Georgetown, and Wiscasset, where my uncles still live, brought an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Once we arrived at the hotel, we were greeted with stunning views of the Maine coastline. I start...
