A story by Nicolette B. Meister from 2010s
I'm not a Mainer and have never lived in the state, but my dearest friend embodies all that I've come to know and love about Maine: unsurpassed natural beauty, rugged honesty, and the comfort of feeling that you are family even when you're not. Maine has gifted me many first experiences: my first lobster and crab, which happened to make me violently ill, my first sea glass collected on a rocky beach, the smell of salt water and the feel of it on your skin after spending the afternoon on the coast (I'm a Wisconsinite and Lake Michigan just smells like algae), an encounter with prehistory by handling my first horseshoe crab, and Dahlov Ipcar. I would have never know her beautifully illustrated children's book if it were not for my Mainer friend.
Mainers have a connection to place that I recognize and value. Place connects us to our identity, past and present. I will always be a Wisconsinite and this will state will always be home to me, regardless of where my life takes me and regardless of where my family now lives (Oregon). Maine has a powerful way of pulling people home. Indeed my friend, who I met in Colorado, and spent years visiting in Minnesota, was called home to her roots where life is now complete.