They weary of trooping
This is a long one. I like details, so get ready for it.
Most of my life has been spent in Maine, in fact most of it in the greater Bangor area, but I lived in 6 different houses before the age of 15.
When I was born, my parents lived in a little apartment in the region of Orono called the Basin. They lived right near the railroad tracks and tell stories about the first night they lived there and got woken up terrified in the middle of the night when the train seemed to be going through the house.
At about six months old, they moved to the next town over, Old Town. Home of Old Town Canoe. http://www.oldtowncanoe.com/ We lived in a tiny house in a very nice neighborhood with lots of kids. We lived a block away from my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Blain and who frequently babysat me until they moved to Oklahoma. This was the first house I remember and I actually have a surprising number of memories given that we left there a few months after my third birthday.
My mother got her first teaching job in unorganized territory at Edmunds Consolidated School. We moved to the township of Marion, ME. When we moved there, there were forty residents. We had a blueberry patch in our front yard, a stream under our driveway, and tons and tons of woods out behind our house. When we moved out, the township had acquired forty-one and I had a little brother.
Because of the new addition and lack of bedrooms, we moved again. This time to my absolute favorite house. We lived on Shipyard Rd in Dennysville, ME. Unfortunately, the region was and is plagued with drug use, crime, poverty, and teen pregnancy. So we moved once more.
We eventually moved back to Orono. We lived in two houses. The first was nothing special, but I lived there for from age 7 to 13 and it is the only house Chris remembers. My parents then bought their current house and seven acres of land. We moved to the swamp. Our house is in a quaking peat bog.
http://www.oronobogwalk.org/
I moved to Burlington, VT for college and grad school. College was awesome, grad school was not. I miss Burlington sometimes, it was great for being young and having fun. I loved having people around and always feeling safe.
I now live in Bangor, ME. I love my little house, my roommate is awesome, but it is hard to be young and social in this town. I think I am ready for something new.
Maybe somewhere with a law school?
The title is from the Yeats poem "A Cradle Song".
Most of my life has been spent in Maine, in fact most of it in the greater Bangor area, but I lived in 6 different houses before the age of 15.
When I was born, my parents lived in a little apartment in the region of Orono called the Basin. They lived right near the railroad tracks and tell stories about the first night they lived there and got woken up terrified in the middle of the night when the train seemed to be going through the house.
At about six months old, they moved to the next town over, Old Town. Home of Old Town Canoe. http://www.oldtowncanoe.com/ We lived in a tiny house in a very nice neighborhood with lots of kids. We lived a block away from my Aunt Lisa and Uncle Blain and who frequently babysat me until they moved to Oklahoma. This was the first house I remember and I actually have a surprising number of memories given that we left there a few months after my third birthday.
My mother got her first teaching job in unorganized territory at Edmunds Consolidated School. We moved to the township of Marion, ME. When we moved there, there were forty residents. We had a blueberry patch in our front yard, a stream under our driveway, and tons and tons of woods out behind our house. When we moved out, the township had acquired forty-one and I had a little brother.
Because of the new addition and lack of bedrooms, we moved again. This time to my absolute favorite house. We lived on Shipyard Rd in Dennysville, ME. Unfortunately, the region was and is plagued with drug use, crime, poverty, and teen pregnancy. So we moved once more.
We eventually moved back to Orono. We lived in two houses. The first was nothing special, but I lived there for from age 7 to 13 and it is the only house Chris remembers. My parents then bought their current house and seven acres of land. We moved to the swamp. Our house is in a quaking peat bog.
http://www.oronobogwalk.org/
I moved to Burlington, VT for college and grad school. College was awesome, grad school was not. I miss Burlington sometimes, it was great for being young and having fun. I loved having people around and always feeling safe.
I now live in Bangor, ME. I love my little house, my roommate is awesome, but it is hard to be young and social in this town. I think I am ready for something new.
Maybe somewhere with a law school?
The title is from the Yeats poem "A Cradle Song".