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Living In Maine, With Keen Awareness Of What’s Happening Around You.

Any Season, For Any Reason, Maine Has The Trail You Should Be On. Need To Be Traveling.

Life is a balancing act of eat your peas, don’t run with scissors, think of others, count your blessings.

Becoming new and improved is not from something you buy online, pick up off a store shelf. It’s a lot of believing in something outside yourself. So become less you, concentrate on more for the greater good happens slowly. Because we are a selfish people, taught to be in today’s society of me me me. A tad self absorbed.

Rocked polished by sand and surf, winds and stone like sea glass from living in Maine.

Smoothed rough and jagged edges. Learning how they got there, how to make scars and scrapes badges of courage, faith, and joy. Maine is a state where there are less people, more wildlife and the outdoor living is the playground for our families. Taught to respect nature, to thrive on her beauty. To seek her out for understanding, answers to life’s many mysteries. And our source of joy, its foundation bedrock. To keep it blue sky, fresh air and deep wood simple green. Your awareness levels high, your gratitude a constant when you spend time in Maine’s outdoors. Atop Mt Katahdin, Cadillac hiking. Wearing boards pointed downward at Sunday River or Sugarloaf. Looking out over the jaw dropping vast expanse.

Like tumblers on a complicated bank vault on a timer, one by one they click into place to create the right combination. At the precise time they are suppose to in life. No hold up, no bank heist excitement in the lobby has to unfold for drama. If frustration, impatience does not rob your focus. Being ready for what lies behind locked doors is what we all prepare for, to become more. Through wisdom, exercise mind stretching and many lessons that we never stop needing educational refresher credits on. Hopefully to not cease longing for as we graduate to a higher level. Or stay back another year until we get it. To finally move on, advance to a new set of equations. Usually involving other people. How to get along, why we need each other, how come things roll the way we do on the stage around all of us.

With four seasons like Maine has, the backdrop is never the same food, meal, “dining experience”.

Everything beautifully different. Ever changing, never ho hum, carbon copy. Because each season ushers in new hope. Casts different lighting like the longer shadows of approaching spring in the winter image above. Can you smell her air, feel it’s hope for buds, flowers, leaves and lush green? A familiar set of memories good and bad flood in with the smells, sights, sensations.

Bitter sweet and in between results, acceptance for a reason not immediately known of it just is what it is. Don’t stay sad, change the angle of your perspective. Come at your life from a different direction. See it in another light from outdoors in Maine.

Mature understanding blossoms, blooms as the reason everything unfolds the way it does becomes crystal.

And realizing it is not just about you, me, but something much greater. Higher level, up a deck or two on the cruise ship of life. Don’t get bogged down. Relax and let the natural current guide you. Trust in things you don’t understand, that you can not see. Get freed up in the space in the place called Maine. Latch on to a Maine lighthouse.

Recalling the comfort, warmth of being raised in a loving household with other family members. As you look over your shoulder. Turning, then looking forward to see adventure, time set aside for doing more of what you enjoy ahead. The barbs that hurt can be removed once they are found, the wounds addressed. Adding a few extra events to the play bill as obligations change, the daily load lessen. It all helps with the adjustment, change up. Settling in to focus on today. To live in the here and now. That’s the healthy perspective we can lose in the hurry scurry busyness when just no no no time as Burton Cummings sings.

We are all pretty fortunate, lucky, should be happy and content in Maine.

If the 20-20 perspective we accept in life is for now, this is as good as it gets. But with a lot of thought, an equal amount of effort and dedication to be more, there is nothing in the World holding you back from being way more. Remove your crutches, one by one identify your insecurities, and have faith, belief in something outside yourself to fly higher. Maine is a place with the stage all set to do that. Because the clutter is gone, removed and what you see if what there is. Unspoiled, wall to wall surround sound and sight beauty.

Not pretentious, not stilted or stiff.

The people here are fewer in number but stronger, more abundant in spirit. Because more emphasis is on the individual who develops more perseverance to squeeze, ring, collect more out of what there is to work with which is more than enough. Rather than waste a lifetime of lament, worry, discouragement about what they wished they had and felt cheated because it did not arrive during their stay on Earth.

Mainers accept the way it is for a reason and are good with that. Life is good. Life is fair, truth will set you free. But not until I dig in, decide there is much more. And to not get distracted chasing the wrong set of star patterns. And only you and I hold each other back in the climb to get ahead. To improve our lot in life. Buckle up, turbulence ahead but like the bucking bull, you get better at surviving the ride.

Maine, come see what the motto means “the way life should be”. Put things in order, organize your thoughts, beef up your values and beliefs with real, genuine, honest Maine living. Don’t keep her waiting. Try not to stay away so long.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
info@mooersrealty.com

207.532.6573

March 11, 2013
Living In Maine, Jumping Through Hoops Without All The Bells And Whistles.

How People Interact On Your Life Team When Everything Is Not So Peachy Keen Is An Eye Opener.

Life in Maine, anywhere is a short journey.

Often you and I are plain too dang busy to realize the importance of the each and every milestone. Not serious enough about what really matters in our many relationships with those around us. The roads we select that seemed right at the time, the ones we should not have taken happens. But the long way home has its own set of rewards too. Living in Maine is kept simple. Less cluttered, for the most part spent outdoors.

Because learning arrives right on schedule, in bits and pieces much quicker under bluer skies, breathing fresh Maine air.

But we sleep through class. Passing notes, daydreaming and thinking about recess. The Bubble and Squeak in the cafeteria you can smell. Eventually, glimpses of crystal clear awareness usually hit us right on time but after the fact. Because during the school room exercise, we are distracted. Not only focused on what is happening in front, behind and in the rows on each side.

But the unfinished inside business, housekeeping. “Homework” that needs addressing, deciphering that others around you don’t just automatically know how they are written into that script. What part they signed on for, that you would like them to play, and why it is so dog gone important.

Bogged down, mired, held back by the insecurities crying out inside.

The starts and stops throughout life unlock the puzzle pieces. The missing odd cut shapes gleaned, earned from each event, situation, relationship. How we use them or not defines us. Shows a pattern of unmet needs we weed and feed first inside. Way before anyone else’s unique set get dove tailed in, provided for and addressed adequately. Juggling one ball happens for balance, to get a feel, comfortable before any extras are introduced to the rotation right? So you don’t drop them all.

Like playing only one note at a time on the Fischer Price tinny piano with the brightly colored keys.

Before pulling out all the stops. Trying to move on to intricate chords, diminished sevenths, minor melodies. Or playing bass notes, bells, chimes in your stocking feet.

What is wrong? The frustrating answer the person asking it does not always know. But somehow, whoever is closest is responsible for a standard default. To time after time leave the aggrieved party off the hook, without a reactionary role when affairs go afoul. Because true, secure happiness on your own first is missing. And expecting everyone around you to make you safe and round the clock happy never has a warm, fuzzy, friendly ending. Drill your own deep cold well to refresh, to satisfy the thirst. Before panhandling. Begging for a cup of water each from every Tom, Dick and Harry around you on a full time basis. You have to provide the basis table settings, the plate, cup, fork, knife and spoon for the picnic feast.

Confusion, conflict, debate and add a little pride, stubborness can all cause a person to make matters worse.

Ever heard someone yell “do something, anything?” Well, in Maine, it’s stop. Hold up. Whoa. Find your special place in nature to retreat to then reflect. Seek, find, gain answers to life’s many quandaries. Don’t mess it up more by just doing something, anything when new results are not going to happen with the same old approach to the problem.

Can you see yourself in this video about a simple situation escalating at a public parking lot while shopping for a few items?

VIDEO | Watch The Interaction, What Happens When Tit Leads To Tat, And Way Beyond.

Funny, scary, exaggerated? Or something to be learned about what drives and provokes us. Life should not be a race, a competition with others. We are taught to play well, be considerate, think of the other person. Stay calm. But why does that go to heck in the hand basket when seemingly challenged and no way you are going to turn the other cheek. Not able to back down. And start to demand, expect justice in whatever way it has to be be doled out, administered.

Putting out a fire dousing it with gasoline never works well with eye for an eye and hang on. Here we go with I’ll meet you, raise, up the ante, and it’s time to see the cards you are holding. What you are really made of, when others protecting their twos, threes and face cards pretty close to their chest scream “call”. Demand to know what do you have, are you bluffing or not?

If you are at peace within yourself, that joy radiates.

Is apparent to all without words exchanged. Maine is a state of less people so more time spent alone or in small groups. Getting to know you happens when you log more time with just you. How you tick. Because if you don’t know, no one else is going to figure it out easily. Without lots of hit or miss wasted emotion, heartache and hurt feelings. Which escalates like the parking lot round and round above when you and I come unglued.

Growing out of a simple case of unmet needs, expectations that become a rock, paper, scissors fury of desperation. Attempting to get a handle on a situation spiraling out of control. Like the rock ’em sock ’em, crash and dent auto body work performed at the public parking lot. The destructive gale force storm, demolition derby of aggression. That raises its ugly head with ten and two driving skills applied with a “now it’s personal” purpose to prove a point.

The anger inside, how extensive, how long has it been carried, why is it there?

What hurts, wounds and sensitive purple spots on your heart do you or anyone lick, carry, coddle? Valuable little black box information that serves everyone better if known before a crash. Prior to a relationship going south, off radar. Rewinding instead for a do over and squawk box confirmation that “roger that, you are cleared for take off, please taxi out to runway one six niner”. To head out into the strong head winds when you lift off. Leave the safety, solid ground of the landing field.

And then shortly because expectations too great, ownership for the last flight mishaps ignored. And May Day, CQ, SOS repeats itself. Search and rescue on all the scanner hailing frequencies erupts. Then begin again the process of trust, knowing none of us lives on a protected island forever. And mended hearts can fly again. But not without safe boundaries. To limit, allow trust, transparency, honesty about past pain, the suffering too long and being broken.

Guard your heart.

We are all vulnerable. And why we need each other. To share and care. But sad fact, you can not with everyone. Not everyone is a match, compatible. Accept it. Or don’t. And remember everything boils down to timing. Are you, the other person in tune, ready or not here we go? Your judgement, discernment improve for sure. Especially when we all realize we are not perfect, never will be. But are honest about it. Have to be. Overlook an offense.

Don’t just band aid the hurt, repeating the same bottoming out mistakes. Shake loose, explore, grow in a place like Maine. Learning to set healthy limits. To just say no. When it is not okay, all peachy keen around you with people you care about and love that try to take away what you are proud of, that defines you.

Handle with care.

Make a list of your limits, expectations, dreams and share it. It is you, your character, values, beliefs. Your own guide, owner’s manual. With a publication run of just one. That your kids learn from as others grow to respect you for you. Seeing you are trying to walk the walk. Not just a blah blah pretty, clever buzz wordsmith.

Maine big state, find what is missing in your life in the beauty of the down to Earth people, the drop dead gorgeous natural surroundings. Connect your set of dots in Maine, the way life should be. Roll up your sleeves. See the fruit from your hard work and labors where there is a real, genuine sense of unity, community surrounding you up here in the right hand corner of the country.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

March 10, 2013
You Don’t Just Live In A Small Maine Community, You Are The Town.

Small Maine Town People Are Friendlier Because Less Crime, More Involvement In Communities.

The luxury of just being a consumer with cash and carry, or swipe the plastic thinking is not how life in a small Maine town rolls.

Take take take, pay pay pay reaching in your wallet or purse to buy your way through day to day life is not the procedure. Not a case of just bark out an order. Then get everything possible delivered up chop chop quick for a full, complete selection off the menu of goods and services. Not happening that way. Not our day to day Maine experience.

We go without many things store bought in Maine.

That we initially think we want, are told we better buy before midnight tonight through high powered advertising. Gotta have, can’t live without but then rationalize we don’t really need for happiness, joy, contentment. To live with out the debt that follows. After the thrill is gone, when the hankering to gotta have it spell wears off. Until something else sparkling, new, flashy comes into the area of the corner of your eye. Spending happens slower in Maine. Better impulse control. Lots of bartering, exchanging DIY skills, not stacks of green dead presidents back and forth in Maine.

In rural Maine towns, which most are, you don’t get “fed” like a consumer that is served. It’s like you and I are the church worship experience. The pot luck covered dish delivered to the “here is the steeple, open up and see all the people”. Not just going, attending a Maine church to have trained professionals do all the leg work. We don’t just sit, act spiritual, listen, sing a few hymns, recite a couple prayers and leave. To be like bumps on a log. Repeat the process seven days later. We speak up, reach out, give praise and cause wide open, two way worship experiences everyday. Spending a lot of time on our knees in prayer in our spiritual gardens.

In a city, it is a luxury to live out in the suburbs.

In a small town where there are fewer secrets. Where people have time for people. In a place with a handful of stoplights if any exist there at all. Cleaner air, bluer skies, brighter stars happen in a small Maine town. Because all the types of pollution are less, missing, not out of control generated. Sounds crude, primitive but no people, no pollution, no problems. Simple living. No stranglehold of permitting, licensing, regulations either.

With wall to wall people in a city, less folks dare to make eye contact. You quickly learn to avoid confrontations. Are not so trusting, develop a beware and don’t stare, gawk, engage act of survival. Appear disinterested, just blend in to the crowd, swell of noise and smells. Push, shove, herd shoulder to shoulder like slow moving cattle traffic. If you know what’s good for you fella.

Just take what you need, get what you came to shop for in a product or service in the big apple.

And high tail it back to the place called home. Where in a city the place you lay your head down, raise your kids is secured by bars on the windows. A dead bolt, standard lock and a chain for good measure on all the doors. Belt and suspenders thinking. And yes you carry a taser, a concealed weapon. Avoid certain areas of the city no matter what time of day or night. People are way friendlier in a small Maine town because they can be.

There are smaller businesses, locally owned in Maine towns because there are just not enough consumers to keep large ones afloat. Out of the red and making a healthy enough bottom line profit for the out of state corporate headquarters bean counters.

Small Maine family run businesses can weather economic storms.

Way more resilient and creative to hold costs down. Able to survive because it’s just the family working more than forty hour weeks. Not a bunch of employees with worker’s compensation, special insurances, restrictive union demands to do this, this and oh yeah that too.

Small Maine town business owners don’t whine, complain we always used to do it this way. They adjust, quickly adapt because they have to. Not flush with money. More skin in the game. The stakes more real. Odds stacked against them if they develop slack, waste. Or a “well, that’s good enough” attitude. Going above and beyond like a trim, toned athlete in training. Making work a survival sport is the norm. Cause it is in a small Maine town where your profit is all in your expenses. You can not just raise prices and keep the doors open, customer loyalty to continue.

David is way more efficient, cross trained, humble and resourceful then Goliath.

To quickly adapt to new situations, consider all the variables and what ifs. Then do what he has to do with what he has to work with and his only weapon, a sling shot to survive. To do the impossible, make a do or die difference for the greater good of his home town and family. You and I are the “they” in a small Maine town too. Not blaming past mistakes in town affairs on folks six feet under, buried a half mile out of town high on a hill. We all do the best we can with what we know, what we have, and live in the today. Not decades ago, not too far in the future. The here and now focus that matters most is where today’s life takes place.

Small Maine businesses offer a higher degree of personal service. They are your neighbors. The folks you sit two pews away from in church. Coached a little league team, shared a dug out bench and water cooler. And pretty much attend all the same school and sport functions. Because each family has kids the same age.

The stork made synchronized multiple flight drops.

The children in a Maine family part of a classic case of connecting the dots. Progressing up through the ranks, in the same zig zag up the halls in elementary right up through to high school graduation. And knowing their classmates in a small sized, more personal, hands on education.

Small Maine towns, you don’t just live there. You are the small Maine town and the community would miss you if you were gone. The small calm just a puddle pond ripples with anything you do good or bad. Your reputation is everything. You can make a difference and are needed to step up, pitch in, help out. And unlike a city, large sprawling urban concrete jungle of parking garages, cloverleaf exchanges and glass towers, over paid sports teams, your voice is not drowned out in a small Maine town.

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I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
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March 9, 2013
Living In A Small Rural Maine Town, Did I Hear Someone Scream Jackpot?

Happy, Healthy, Outdoor Living In Small Town Maine.

Less is more can feel like a cruel joke if a person has gotten pretty darn comfortable.

Not used to many surprises in life so far. And if they have been rather, okay, I won’t candy coat it, downright spoiled. Duped into believing it will always be this way.

The calm seas, sunny weather, slight breeze the constant daily backdrop in life. Just the way things roll. And naively thinking, believing without having any doubt that it should continue to play out this way, continue.

Happily ever after until… The end.

The curtain drops, the house lights come on. Everyone around you fumbles for keys and leaves. Heads for home.

Small town Maine living is not like that. We don’t live in fear of gloom and doom. It’s just we are closer to real, genuine the way it is. Because we embrace the basics for survival. Never have a full compliment of anything. But adopting the this is as good as she gets. So make the most of it. And move on to being creative. Choosing to be happy, it’s your responsibility not another’s full time job to provide. Digging deeper within to come out the other side of the struggle stronger. Not afraid of getting our hands dirty. Not worried about all the things that could go wrong. That is fear which is a locked door with no key prison. Crippling stinking thinking that is lazy, that is not Maine.

Money, fame and fortune are not the addiction, tradition in Maine.

Experiences, education in the day to day create the real wealth. Life becomes better, improves only with hard work, positive thinking, and not getting into a comfortable rut. You have to just be thankful for everyone you love, everything you know and own around you. And that is more than plenty. With a cup runneth over approach to living in a small Maine town.

WARNING: Not so happy campers, there are not all little red hen types in the audience.

And blood boiling, ear steaming and stand back poison, venom will flow. This approach to living life is so foreign to anyone that gives up as the stormy weather of lightning, thunder, gale force winds approach. To see what you are made up. For a full turn your head and couch thorough physical. To see what ails you.

Sourpusses don’t operate on faith, goodness, right thinking and hard work discipline, moderation. They will rain on your parade if you let them. But there are puddles on any path. Be pleasant, say a prayer for them, but don’t let them steal your joy. Or take their you’re only wearing rose color glasses rhetoric too seriously.

Eeyore’s were not raised in Maine.

Lack that spirit that clearly is make more from less. Embracing, digging in, making a game of surviving. Good comes out of a tough set of challenging circumstances. Having fun maneuvering them is because we are all never alone, all in this together. And no one gets out alive. So it’s do until you die. Have a purpose, find something to channel your talents to help others. All the time. Like a judge, you are appointed for life. Responsible, willing, just knowing this is what your task is, where you are needed. You are the puzzle piece that fits…(snapping sound) right here.

Inspirational quotes, scripture for the task, duty, chore at hand is built into each and every Mainer.

Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles along with the teachers, pastors, coaches, farmers, small business owner employers and everyone else rubbing shoulders in a small Maine town. Some kind of connected. All rowing the boat together for a common goal. The greater good. There are never enough people for a full bench in each baseball dug out, hockey box, gym bench. To have too many options of who to play. Limited becomes the foundation. The bed rock that is a given. That causes you to get more out of less. But good comes out of the experience. Less cooks in the kitchen helps efficiency and limit the debates too when there is an important task at hand.

More skin in the game. When it is less people for more work needing to be done.
Lighting The Way With The Bridges You Burn, Not Quite How We Do It In Maine.
Greater importance, depending on you to show up and do your part. You would be missed if not there at the local event. And Mainers do show up because there is nothing stronger than the heart of a volunteer in Maine. Not just a task. It defines the person.

They push themselves to do more. Because when their head cranks around, everyone else is hustling. Not whining, not working just hard enough to avoid replacement.

Passionate, driven, excited, or determined to be relieved to just be done. Glad it’s over for another year. Like picking rocks in a spring Maine farm field.

Something bigger, deeper, more internal fuels the drive.

The way you do the job, the opinion from others working just as hard have of you is important too. It is nice to be appreciated. But that is not the slow drip of lighter fluid that maintains the RPM’s to get the job done. The reward is in the way you pitch in, perform the task at hand. We all scream jackpot, think we we did win because we are lucky enough to just live in Maine.

Not seeking or needing praise, but basking in the little that comes your way just the same.

You knowing you did an admirable job or not. Believing in yourself comes from hard work. The changes in you that life puts your through. Always think of the blacksmith with the roaring forge. Sparks flying as the sharp biting sound of a hammer strikes, shapes, reforms the red hot steel. That is my image of what living in Maine does to a person over time.

You don’t want to disappoint. Just like the respect for your parents and anyone in authority that you accept as just trying to help you. Knowing they love you, guide you, care about you. And have expectations for you to fulfill. There is a trust, not a resistance or adopting an attitude of “don’t tell me what to do”. It is the right thing to do and what quickly happens when never the luxury of pinch hitters, no substitutes. You are up. Always playing. There would be no game without you.

You are all there is baby in an sparsely underpopulated small Maine town. And that is okay. Sets just fine because you raise your hand. Gladly sign up for what needs to be done in a small Maine down. Where if you don’t, no one else will because others already have their hands full. So you gladly do your part to make the small rural Maine town what it is. Special, home grown, unique and fiercely proud, loyal. Less is more, way more living in a Maine small town.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

March 8, 2013
Maine State Soap Box Derby 2013 Race Date Is June 22nd In Houlton ME.

Maine Soap Box Derby Tech Day And Then Big State Race June 22nd In Houlton ME

Over seventeen years the Northern Maine Soap Box Derby has grown to the point of hosting the state race.

On an engineered hill designed for safety, speed and ease in setting up the course. For boys and girls from all over Maine now to learn, feel, experience “the thrill of the hill”.

Downhill racing with a kit car that the driver with mom, dad, Uncle Bob, or the neighbor kid that is pretty talented with wrenches. Anyone that likes to be around the energy of excited kids. That want to get behind the wheel. To not have to wait until they are sixteen to drive a car.

If you are a business in Maine looking for a good wholesome family sporting event to sponsor a car, speak up.

Raise your hand. Get signed up. Have a contest in your area of Maine to select the driver that wants to represent you in the Maine State Soap Box Derby local race in June. For a chance to win, advance to the world series of downhill soap box derby racing in Akron Ohio in July.

The cars last, get re-raced in other locals and at rallies around the country. To win points to head to Akron Ohio’s race course that is every kid’s dream. To compete on the world level with the cream of the crop, best of the bunch, pick of the pack car racers. To meet new friends, their families and to compete.

Skills, determination, patience like anything in life you are passionate about needed in derby racing too.

Fire in your belly. Not the kind from food that just does not agree with you. We’re talking the spark, magic when the entire family, community is behind and beside you cheering the driver on. As they advance heat after heat in the selection of a winner to represent their local, state on the national level. No matter what the weather, the luck of the heat bracket race pairing or how much time was spent tweaking the stock, super stock or masters race car the nights before the event.

More information about the Maine State Soap Box Derby Program, The Race in Houlton Maine June 22nd, 2013. The sound of cars being released Topside on the long, smooth, fast Derby Hill race course, the rumble of the wheels and another season is approaching.

Watch a few Maine Soap Box Derby racing videos.

Maine, kids count, family comes first. Our enjoyment is always somehow generated with the excitement, energy of our youth in Maine. The neat place with the space and the way life should be. Learn more about Maine. Come visit, sample down to Earth simple, real, healthy, fun.

I’m Andrew Mooers, ME Real Estate Broker / REALTOR
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

March 7, 2013
Maine, You Can Breathe Easy, Dreams Made Here.

Make The Move, Find Out What Has Been Missing. Get The Space In Maine.

When you are wall to wall cramped for space it takes much of your effort to just avoid stepping on toes.

Being in someone’s face. Giving or getting an elbow in the ribs. Poked in the eye. Sucker punched when you did not see it coming. That’s no fun. That’s not Maine.

Our rural Maine country location a few extra clicks up the pike, Interstate 95 helps insulate us.

Sets the stage for extra helpings of the good stuff, more outdoor natural living. Which translates to plenty of wildlife, not so many people. Lots of woods, open fields, mountain views and running water.

We’re talking the kind of H2O you don’t pay for, not heavily dosed with chlorine, fluoride. Get a mail utility bill each month to have to square away. Clean, unspoiled therapeutic water to reflect by, sit beside, to fish, swim, boat, think.

So wouldn’t everyday you wake up with plenty of space, wide open surroundings wrapping around you improve the odds of a better outlook on life?

That’s one big point for living in Maine. Add to it that Maine is the 4th lowest crime state. That has to help make you be a little less nervous, jittery. To stop looking over your shoulder in fear right? Don’t you have more confidence, greater optimism, won’t you achieve more if you feel safe? Have plenty of space to create? Not living in fear for your life, your loved ones. Or loss of your sentimental personal items that were handed down, that mean something to you. That you cherish, work hard to protect.

Isn’t it healthier to run the day and not have it run you? To be in a place where you need less crutches for insecurities, band aides for fears and to just cope with the overwhelming day to day. But if so much of your life is spent stuck in honking grid lock, surrounded by angry motorists, chasing the almighty dollar in shadowy concrete jungles of cloverleafs, tunnels, parking garages, and traffic lights, isn’t that one big distraction that robs you?

Maine simple living is like shaking your etch-a-sketch.

Washing clean your personal blackboard. That urban living pretty much clutters up to the point that there is nothing on them that is you. Because there is no space. No room. No time for who are you, where do you want to be, where is this train headed? Or is it even moving to some place better, healthier if you are wedged tightly between a rock and a hard place. And can not get out. And no one around you seems to care, be too concerned. No big whoop dog. Because they are too busy treading water. Standing still, wasting life and in their own do or die situation in the hustle bustle of big city, bright lights fast paced blur.

Not bashing cities, living just enough for them as Stevie Wonder sings. Just a personal fan of Maine.

But just making a point that for many, to be happy and content starts with plenty of space, room to stretch, to easily breathe. The ability to step back and get a sense of perspective. To not be pushed face first, squished into too tight a quarters for living. And if these basics are missing long enough, doesn’t the “prison living” takes it toll?

Because you are missing, lacking the most basic elements of healthy, safe, clean surroundings. Without the noise of the crowds where your individual voice is lost, where you can not even hear yourself think. Spend some alone time with yourself to ask how’s it going? To free you up to be there for you. Not living life on a roller derby course daring someone to just try and get too close. Wearing torn elbow and tattered knee pads, a dented, rusted helmet in a dog eat dog, kill or be killed grab for survival attitude. That’s not Maine. That’s not needed.

Learning is the beginning of wealth.

And the Maine setting is the nice white clean brand new canvas to to begin your journey. To wake up, add to what you accomplished yesterday, the day before in the collection of life experiences. Mainers don’t stay idle, they work hard. But just not at frittering our time with traffic, crime, rhetoric, spin or insincerity and all the nonsense of the dark side of city living. To get ahead or just stay afloat.

Maine is a collection of scattered, sparse but vibrant small towns.

Where the population is keenly community minded. Individually connected to help out. Have a purpose for the greater good for others in the village. We learn and lean on each other. We are not surface fake smiles but deeper, resilient, resourceful, helpful, genuine. Willing to lend a hand back and forth. Have to be because money is not plentiful. Removed from consideration, stripped from the equation. I think we are richer for it, because what we earn is not the stuff money can buy.

Maine living is the real, simple, honest experiences that define us. Strengthens us as it’s own reward of internal joy. Lasting, growing independence. Not external store bought and temporary or fleeting. Nope. Get to Maine, don’t stay away so long. See what you have been missing. Did not know still existed except in dreams, fiction, history.

I’m Maine Real Estate Broker, ME REALTOR Andrew Mooers
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

March 6, 2013