December 17, 2020, we celebrated our 3-year anniversary of moving from Long Island to Maine. What a difference 3 years makes…
On December 17, 2017, we arrived to 2’ of snow in Maine. It was the hardest winter we endured… grieving and buried in foot after foot of snow. We didn’t know what our backyard looked like until April, when the snow finally melted. (This is common in Central Maine, where we lived.)
Over those 3 years, we shed toxic relationships—business, personal, even our toxic selves.
We learned survival and a new level of Compassion and understanding for “the other side of life.” Nature helped us peel a lot of layers—habits, thoughts, and things. Watching the video gives me anxiety—we’ve donated at least half of what once owned us.
Rob and I found a deeper bond in our relationship and love each other more than ever (who knew it was possible!?).
We toyed with 2 locations for our business, looked at 3 houses, and almost bought a log cabin last year. Luckily, the Universe provides what you NEED and not always what you WANT.
Struggle will break you or become your greatest strength.
We’re forever grateful for the life we had and the people we met in Maine. They strengthened us in ways we never thought possible. They gave us “flatlanders from away” a chance. We miss you all.
We don’t regret a second of our adventure; we’d do it all over again.
Hell, I even wrote my first book, and created multiple online classes. These are things I could never do on Long Island.
But at the end of the day, we missed our friends; the hustle of Long Island; the opportunity to open our business; the food; and the foundation we created here. There’s no place like home!
To this anniversary snowstorm, all we can say is we’re sorry! We asked for no snow this year! 😉 As for the video below and so much else over the last 3 years …
Oh, the irony!