I'm on vacation with my family over in New England. We spent the last two days in Maine, which seems a bit like the boondocks of the east coast, but I gotta say I love it. It's so beautiful and everything's slower, which is a nice change of pace. The scenery is a welcome change with rolling hills and old weathered mountains covered with a mix of evergreen and deciduous trees, some of which have turned a powerfully saturated shade of red. The bare stone shoulders of the mountains slope gently into the sea creating hundreds of bays, alcoves, and islands, making up what is the beautifully formed coast of Maine.
Several other things that caught my attention. The lobster is, of course, to die for as is their blueberry pie. And most impressively, no seriously, they have the world's cleanest bathrooms, hands down.
About the lobsters, yesterday we went to this lobster hatchery today and saw baby lobsters (very cute) and learned all these cool things about raising, releasing them to sea, and maximizing their chances for survival... and then we had one delicious lobster dinner. It admittedly felt a bit wrong...
Today we went to the Fryeburg County Fair -- I swear I have the only Chinese family that would fly thousands of miles to attend a county fair in Maine. They say they attract over 300,000 visitors in the one week they're open. It seems that in 300,000 people, only four are Asian: my parents, my sister, and I. Despite feeling a bit out of place, I had a great time looking at the baby goats, arts and crafts, and watching the horse pulling competition. In case you're wondering what a horse pulling competition is, it's a competition only men would think of, and as a man, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Basically, you already know what it is. There's something big and heavy, and you pull it with a horse. Specifically, the weight comes in the form of concrete blocks on a sled and the horses are gigantically built strength-exuding steeds who'd make any man feel inadequate. Great times. I need to see monster truck races next.
Alright, tomorrow, off to New Hampshire. Until then...
Thursday, September 6, 2007
As I sit at home by myself watching TV shows from my childhood, I can't help but think that life is shaped like a diamond. If you can imagine walking from one end of the beach to the other from the beginning to end of my life, I began alone, one set of steps, joined quickly by those of my immediate family. Then as time went on, I was joined by more and more until in college, there were footprints everywhere and the edge of my world stretched far past the horizon. Now the world is narrowing again, I can once again make out the faint outlines of the edge of my world, my possibilities. The number of prints left in the sand decreasing; I'm walking onward with fewer and fewer of them until one day it is just my own two feet again.