There’s nothing like a pandemic to remind us of all the things we take for granted in normal times.
For me, one of those things is Maine. I miss Maine. Maine is a mere 1 hour and 48 minutes from the Château Frontenac. But today, it might as well be the moon, worlds away and unreachable.
Québecers go to Maine often. They go to Sugarloaf in the wintertime for cold days on the slopes and cozy evenings in the chalet. They go to Old Orchard in the summertime, for (slightly) warmer water and a weekend on the beach. Maine is lobster rolls and blueberry pie. It is a small-town general store at the village crossroads. It is a walk on the dock at Frenchmen Bay in the misty gloaming of a late October evening.
I miss Maine. I miss my sister, who lives in Maine.
What do you miss?
(Photo Credit: Paula Schomaker)