Community Love

                Bucksport, Maine, no one would ever be able to pin point this out to you on a map, or show you how to get there unless they have been there. A small town that I love and would live nowhere else but here if I had the choice.

            There are so many people that come through my line at work, some from out of state, and often ask me, “Don’t you ever get sick of living in such a small town?”

People amaze me. Many people won’t and don’t live in a small town like bucksport and orland for the excuse of it not being “Civilization” or close enough to a big town with things to do.

            I don’t care what people say about living here, I love it. Bucksport may not be the biggest town in maine and have the most to do, but it where I call home. I lived in orland and attended orland school with fifteen or so other classmates. Orland school was so nice it was a small school of about only 150 students at the most, where everyone knew everyone. This town is where all of my childhood memories lie, where I grew up and where I learned in school. In early November of 2011 I moved into a cute little log cabin in bucksport which I now call home.

After officially living in bucksport for three years now I would never want to live anywhere else. This small town has been through so much in so little time and everyone has been there for each other. It’s amazing how a community comes together in sadness or when someone is in need. When a family is having a rough time and trying to get back on their feet, they know that they can count on the town of bucksport to help fundraise and be there for them through this time.

            This town may not be the biggest community but it is the biggest community when it your talking about the amount of love and  support that people are willing to give.