Guys... I'm having a very difficult time with this.
You know how after a vacation you're sad to leave but excited to get back home? Those feelings did not exist this time around. Like zero. Not at all. I could have camped in the wild forests of Maine for the rest of my life.
The only redeeming thing about coming back to Georgia is that I got to learn stick shift. *and yes I completely owned it* But even with my bad A stick shift skills all I wanted to do was scream. If you can't tell, Georgia is not the place I want to be. And if it's not painfully obvious, I am completely obsessed with Maine.
So anyway, I'm going to go now and give myself a pep talk. Something about how I can survive the year until we move to Oregon. And then remind myself that I'm not a starving child and life could be worse. And then feel guilty. And then wish I was in Maine all over again.