I consider myself lucky. Wasn't always the case. I remember growing up in Belfast, ME as a young feller with his sights set on living "outta state" like many young people I knew. I couldn't WAIT to make tracks for a big city. I had it all planned out. I was going to college, graduating and heading out. New York? California? Yes please! Anywhere but here!. Why? I don't know. I never knew, I was sure the "real world" was out there and I was going to grab it by the horns. What changed? LIFE. I hit a wall and it slowed me down. I realized I wasn't chasing some dream, but was actually running away.. I didn't know who I was and figured "out there" must have the answer. I internalized. I stopped looking to the horizon and started looking around and realized what I have been looking for all this time-it's all around me. It's been here the whole time. I discovered who I was and where I belong.. I'm very fortunate. People spend their entire lives wondering and chasing and never truly find it. You know. That one passion that consumes you?
Well I found it, but more than that through all of this self evaluating I rediscovered a place. Waldo County, ME. A place where people think local. A place which supports local food, local craftsman, artists and farmers markets. Open minded, hardworking- self reliant folks who by their nature seek good, clean and honest work. It's inherent in the community. If you want a community where locally based, self reliant agriculture
is not only encourage but supported it is Waldo
County, Maine, U.S.A. Absolute!
Take my hometown for instance, Belfast. Cruise through town and look around. It's local food, art and goods taking up store fronts. Take a ride up into freedom or head into Unity, Montville. Take the back roads through Searsmont, Morrill. Head up to Brooks, Monroe or Winterport and open your eyes. You see farm after farm. Old or new. You see new ones popping up and old ones hanging on. If it's not a farm it seems almost everyone has a few chickens or a garden growing something. Waldo County is deeply rooted in it's agricultural heritage. I love it. I love the land and attitude.
I grew up and experienced first hand the rural beauty of Waldo County. The people, the culture. It formed who I am today and I carry it with me wherever I go. I wear it with pride like a New Yorker wears his accent.
I've put a lot of thought into where I would like to buy land and make this farming dream happen. Many things I've considered and thought about. The answer is clear:
I'm going to feed people. I'm going to farm. Put my hands in the ground and plug in to the most supportive, locally minded- tight nit- community of people I know. When we sell the house and the last box is packed I will return to the green pastures, wood stands and tilled earth of Waldo County.
I'm going home.