My never ending and busy life of living in Chewonki is currently replacing my never ending and busy life of living in New York City. Yes, my commute to school is shorter, my commute to the bathroom longer, and I live next door to all my friends, but my life has basically continued its own unique form of “hustle and bustle.” There are no sirens keeping me up at night, but my own swirling thoughts reflecting the day I just finished and the one about to begin. I still technically jaywalk on my way to school, but here I also stop to wave at my teachers as they go in and out of campus. I still get in my pajamas the second I get home, except here it isn’t at 4:30 in the afternoon. I guess what I am saying is that rural Maine in Chewonki is actually more similar to urban New York than I ever actually realized or acknowledged.
When I first drove up three weeks ago and my parents and I were looking for a place to have lunch, I actually thought that because I was so out of my comfort zone I had made the biggest mistake of my life. We searched, and I mean searched, for a place to eat, but a lot of the restaurants were closed. All I kept thinking was: why did I ever say that I hated the city and why did I ever say I wanted to live in the middle of nowhere? I was terrified to the point of crying, and I came to the conclusion that if I did not like it here in rural Maine, there was basically nowhere for me to go since I had signed off urban and suburban living. So in the end, it all worked out because I obviously love it here like the majority of every other person before me, and cannot even imagine why I felt that way and why I was so nervous to come.
Chewonki has opened up my eyes to a new way of living, and a new way of being, and it will be hard for me to transition back to my old life. I say “old life” because there was me before Chewonki and there will be me after. My life won’t revolve around the Common Era any more but Chewonki and my BC and AC lives. It’s crazy to think about my after Chewonki (AC) life, and I think that’s a great thing because I honestly feel as though time outside of this place has stopped and my time here infinitely exists. Sadly, I know that this is not the case and that each moment here is fleeting and precious, but in reality, I am only three weeks in so that’s me in three month’s problem.
-Amanda, The Berkeley Carroll School, New York