In June of 2006, I came to Maine for the first time. A city girl with a fear of insects and grass stains, I was sure I would turn and run away, choosing skyscrapers over mountains.
At the ripe young age of 18, I was on the college hunt. The University of New England in Biddeford had struck my fancy, wooing me with their interesting professors and boasting of beautiful beaches. I admit I had some reservations about retreating even further north as I have always suffered from an aversion to the cold. But, I figured a quick peek couldn't hurt.
And it didn't. As I crossed from the New Hampshire borderline, greeted by the Maine State sign that reminds you that you're about to enter "The Way Life Should Be," I was hooked. That year, Maine and I began what will become known as the greatest love affair of the 21st Century. My former flame, New York, will never forgive me for my disloyalty (we're still friends, but it will never be the same).