Maine is a relatively small state, and even though I live outside of the capital Augusta (no, not Georgia), it’s quite a secluded area. This seclusion leads a lot of people to stay in the area where they grew up, or move not too far away. Most high school students in my area end up going to a state university, and then end up staying in Maine to work and live as adults. This also means a lot of people don’t end up traveling to places outside of New England, if they even leave the state ever.
This makes Maine kind of awkward. It’s so far north that it doesn’t have much in common with other New England states, but it’s too far south to be Canada (even though there are entire communities speaking Quebecois as their first language). Despite its isolation though, Maine is probably the best state to live in.
Not only is it a beautiful place, especially in the fall, I’m sad to be missing it this year, but it is also relatively calm and peaceful. Sure, if you live in one of the bigger cities (Augusta, Bangor, or Portland, to name a few), it can be a bit more hectic, but overall there is very little drama. Of course there’s the occasional drama, such as this summer’s rumor of a giant snake loose and roaming the forest, and the eventual finding of an anaconda skin along the riverbank, or whenever a moose or bear decides to wander around people’s backyards and get into trouble, or the finding of a blue lobster, but these dramas are almost always entertaining to some degree.
Basically, Maine is the greatest state, and if you’ve never been there then you really should try to see it sometime. There’s a reason why the unofficial motto of the state is generally considered to be “the way life should be.”