Aimee, Maine Photographer

That’s the thing, I never felt like I was running away from something when we left. It was always the feeling of running with my hands over my head, flailing and screaming a battle cry at full speed towards something I’ve wanted since I’ve known it was something to want. Something I grew to love traveling all of those years, being anonymous in a new town. No expectations. Where you could leave behind the parts that weren’t you anymore. Where you didn’t have to pretend to be someone else to fit the norm you’ve out grown. Where you could become the person you’ve aspired to be.

Maine

That’s the thing, I never felt like I was running away from something when we left. It was always the feeling of running with my hands over my head, flailing and screaming a battle cry at full speed towards something I’ve wanted since I’ve known it was something to want. Something I grew to love traveling all of those years, being anonymous in a new town. No expectations. Where you could leave behind the parts that weren’t you anymore.  Where you didn’t have to pretend to be someone else to fit the norm you’ve out grown. Where you could become the person you’ve aspired to be.

70

5

@thecupofsunshine

@chouinard_made The freedom of being unknown! Tis a glorious thing for the time being.

@thecupofsunshine

@heath.mench I did, late night confessions over here. 😂 Thank you!

@heath.mench

@thecupofsunshine did you write this? It’s beautiful. Im SO connecting with it.

@chouinard_made

Oh man, I can relate to this.

The end of the page