I was from Oklahoma originally, then when I was 6 we moved to RI where my dad is from. The following year he brought us all up to Downeast Maine (this was in 1989). It was very hard for us the first few years, my father could not find work for a few years and did the wrinkling/clamming thing (we went with him, I remember endless days scampering over the rocks filling buckets bigger than me with wrinkles). Maine was a wonderland to me as a child, and still is - I have wonderful memories going to every beach around with my dad to dig clams or pick wrinkles, and when he started his seaweed business we spent a lot of time out on the water. There is no place like Maine. Even though my family struggled for many years to make it here, it was well worth it.
I left for college to New Mexico like a bat out of hell thinking that I had to get away from Maine, but 7 years later I was so homesick I just had to move back, this time bringing my own family.
Now we are enjoying similar struggles, but are just loving it here. I wouldn't trade it for any place in the world! Maine is really a way of life, and though I was not from here originally, it will always be home to me!
