Day two on the road and I'm aware of my inability to slow down and take my time. I decided to take the scenic highway #1 down the coast of Maine. It is taking me through quaint small town after quaint small town and after a while they all look the same. I drive past antique stores and don't stop. I drive by art galleries and keep going. I did stop in Camden to get a coffee and thought I would take a little stroll only to change my mind in five minutes, returning to the drive. I made a goal of getting to a place I found where there is free camping so I can rest for a couple of days and take time to absorb my new lifestyle. Ironically I was rushing to get there to relax. So, I took a left hand turn to a campground and decided to pay for a night. No more rushing.
|Home for the night|
|View from the van|
I spent the evening sitting on my own private dock watching the sunset and drinking the last two beer I had left over from my weekend in Truro.
|My first home made meal|
I hope now, as I sit in a cafe in Portland, Maine, that I can learn to take my time.
I am living my dream and the realities of it are less romantic than I pictured but I am sure as time goes on I will get into the groove of things. I remain fortune for having this opportunity and will not take it for granted.