Where nothing gets thrown away

Hello Everyone,

I start a new job on Monday. I haven't worked steadily since late December 2017, so normally this would be a cause for celebration. And it somewhat is. Having a job is good, particularly the part about getting paid regularly. The rest is pretty marginal, to be honest. But the last 14ish months of unemployment have been great, so it's not like I'm super excited to start a 3 month data entry job. Still, contributing member of society, and all that.

Anyway, to take full advantage of what could be the last time I have a really flexible schedule in awhile, Emilie and I took off for the coast. Due to a quirk in geography, it is much, much shorter to drive to the beaches in Maine than to stay in the TNSF (True, North, Strong, and Free). As much as I would prefer to spend my tourist dollars at home, limited time meant that I had to enter the American Occupied States of New England.

Yeah, that's right. The Queen is coming for what's hers.

But I digress. We stayed at a small cottage in the town of Wells, south of Portland. It was great, literally across the road from the ocean, and a 5 minute walk from the beach, photos of which are below. The next night we stayed at an apartment attached to an old home in the town of Brunswick. Also great, and also quaint.

In between that, we went for long walks on the beach, had a totally non-competitive rock skipping contest (I won), tried a clam bake (it was delicious), and went to a flea market.

There are a lot of antique stores in the area. Like, a comically large number. They don't throw anything away. But we're hipsters, not boomers, so we went to the flea market instead. In the spirit of finding cross-border common ground, we discovered that they have the same useless old junk we do. I bought some tea cups.

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Photos

As mentioned, here are the photos of the beach. It was a gorgeous day, a bit above freezing. The wind makes it look like there was more sand in the air than it felt like. It was quite pleasant.