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| when it starts to fade |

When does it happen? When do the beautiful new sites of towns and farms and city neighborhoods start blending into the background? When do we stop holding onto the edge of our seats with eyes wide open and start simply passing by with a blank stare?

It occurred to me today while taking the bus to a small town today. My eyes were peeled — I was taking in all my surroundings from factories to quaint little town centers — while the woman next to me closed her eyes and slept until her stop.

Of course, every person carries a different story: a long day, hardly any sleep the night before, a million things on their mind and just wanting to let go.

It’s besides the point.

I hope to never fall into that trap. I hope to always find surprises around every corner in my part of the world whether happy, sad, tired, or mad. I hope to appreciate the small moments alone or with friends — on the bus or walking through my barrio.

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I'm a native of Maine, currently living and working in Portland where I write about my favorite travels and new experiences. I have been published on various travel blogs as well as have collaborated on writing projects with companies such as the travel search engine Hipmunk and Spanish hotel chain Bahia Principe. When I'm not writing, I enjoy being on the ocean, sipping tasty wines, waking up to strong coffee, and sharing all these things with my friends. You can follow my writing at www.nativeofthenorth.me

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