The other day I found myself wandering around down by the pier and it was a bit surreal. I feel as though I've stepped out of a frantic ant hill and out into the desert. Bogota was such a busy and rather frustrating city and returning to Bar Harbor, I've found myself in what appears to be a ghost town. All of the tourists have officially left and a good number of store fronts are now covered in sheets of plywood and signs announcing their closure until next spring. This particular day was foggy and particularly eery. The only people around were a few fisherman, packing up their lobster traps and driving out of town.
6 years ago I would have told you this was personal nightmare. I had always seen myself living in a big city, galavanting about and trying to weasel my way into the art scene. Now, I can't imagine living in a big city. Sure, New York is still somewhere I'd like to spend some time, but I found Bogota so frustrating, that I can't imagine being there any time soon. I'm relieved to come back to Bar Harbor and relax. I enjoy walking into a bar or restaurant and not having to wait for a seat or service. I like walking to work and wandering downtown, knowing that I can walk anywhere in town in a matter of minutes. Bar Harbor has become my relaxation bubble. The last 8 years of my life have barely left me with time to breathe, and I'm finally getting the chance to enjoy the fresh air that this place has to offer.
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