How were you EASTPORTED?
I came here for a new job, thought I'd stay for 3-5 years. Well, I'm still here a few years more than that, fully entrenched in Eastport life. The city has a way of nurturing the development of little roots that you're not even aware of at first. Until all of a sudden, there you are. Involved in way too many volunteer projects, meeting up with and talking with people at the IGA, the post office, the arts center, the hiking trails and around on the streets. Professional and personal space have a way of blending in the best of ways. I've never known so many people and worked with so many on so many different projects. What a life! Living here has a way of refining values down to the core. Malls? I went through a two-year withdrawal period -- an interesting experience to realize that shopping had actually been more about being social than buying stuff. Now I can handle a mall for about 30 minutes. I'd rather get my social from an arts center event. Fancy clothes? Bagged up and given away. Canned music? Non-existent and what a relief. Stop lights? Two in the whole county. Traffic jams? Only on the 4th of July. Isolation? Only if you don't make eye contact. Remote? It's an attitude that has more to do with our culture of immediate gratification than reality. Restaurants? Okay, we could do with more ethnic diversity, but it's a great kick to learn to cook from those cultures you can't do without. Local foods? Yes and yum. Poverty? Yes, and so many ways to join in and help those who need it. Outdoor recreation? Nothing like being in the middle of a snow-covered forest and listening to the snow fall and the wind whistle or being out in the bay and having a whale slowly roll across the ocean's surface just 20' away, its great big eyes making contact and speaking with a different language than of tongues.