Back In Action!

So maybe I don't always follow through with things even when I say I'm going to.

Maybe I get a little lost along the way and forget.

Or maybe I just need time and space to know that the right things sometimes turn out wrong, and that the wrong things, well...maybe I just need to learn how to turn the wrong things right again.

Here I am, Amy Bee.  Recommitting.
Writing.
For the world to see.
I know, it's not really the world.  I've got like 2 followers and if I'm lucky 4 Facebook friends that read my posts when I remember to link it.  ;)  But I'm recommitting nonetheless.

Last weekend was ONE YEAR since my crazy adventure of "Life in Maine" really truly set in.  No more being surrounded by Italian Catholics for this Jewish girl.  Where's a zeppole when you're having a rough day?  Missing those bakeries...

Instead my normal is now acres of farmland. Rural spaces. Trees and woodlands as far as the eye can see.  Comfort of silence at nighttime filled with crickets, loons, coyotes and G-d knows what else, instead of the sounds of fire trucks and police cars zooming by in tight neighborhoods, with houses all on top of one another.

Community.  Small town.  One-ness.  A city filled with not just the food-iest restaurants I've ever seen, but ones where I don't understand what the hell some of the menu items actually are.  A city filled with hipsters, and hippies, and families, and professionals.  And RUNNERS.  I swear all people do around here is run.  And if any of you are my Facebook friends, you all know I am NOT.  Yet they make me want to.  They make me want to go invest in neon sneakers and a Garmin watch and sign up for every 5K just to be part of the action.  And I just might.  As soon as my broken toe heals....I. Just. Might.

The last year has been an incredibly bumpy ride.  Bumpier than I could have possibly imagined.  But in the midst of the bumpiness, I'm finding me. The one who was lost along the way.   I like Maine.  "The Way Life Should Be."  Hmm.  Maybe they're onto something.

Maybe I didn't find Maine.  Maybe Maine found me.  Or we found each other.  Either way, it's now a place, one year later, that has somehow become home.  I'm still pissed there's been no natural moose sightings.  I will not get over this people....

So here's to year two.  Maybe years three, four, and maybe more.  (yep, just wanted to rhyme there.)  It can't be any harder than year one, right? 
Because I'm going to BEE POSITIVE.
Bring it on year two.
Bring it on Maine.
I've got this.