Week 1 Part 3

1) Alone in a quiet room. What do you see?

        As I walk out on my balcony of my apartment and rest my toosh on an Adirondack chair I place my glass of Chardonnay on the small plastic table and my George Orwell in my lap. This chair isn't very comfortable but the fresh cut grass in the air, the smell of the salty ocean and the cool breeze brushing my cheeks make me forget that.

       What do I see? As I look out, I think about the beautiful panorama view I have. I am on the 2nd story of this building above every body. Feeling as I can oversee the entire property. In the foreground is my feet rested on another fold out chair. My glass of Chardonnay and my flower basket. The railing is obstructing my view however between the cracks I can see tops of cabins where guests stay over night. The roofs could use a little work but thankfully only I can see their tiredness. Beyond the cabins I see some of the tallest and healthiest of oak trees. I can only imagine in my head what they will look like come Halloween. Between a row of these trees is a rock wall all put together by two hands and a single mind. Graciously rested between two walls is a fire pit. Guests are loading it with wood getting ready to throw a flame onto it. Beyond the tree line of Pines is Penobscot Bay. Part of the Atlantic Ocean where Schooners travel from Belfast to Rockland on a daily bases. The ocean is the biggest form of relaxation in the mid coast.

Behind one of the trees I see a small sailboat, it looks as though its a 2 person boat. Imagine sailing with your loved one, floating at 2 knots around the bay.  The sky is a little cloudy over the ocean but directly above me I can see stars beginning to pop up throughout the sky. Night is falling near and the I can't wait to gaze at the constellations later this evening. Not only do I see the beauty of mid coast Maine, I see the perfect resort to getaway from your normal every day lifestyle.




2) Alone in a quiet room. How did you get here?

        I started work at Glenmoor by the sea 3 Summers ago. We are located in Lincolnville, Maine and we are a beautiful 14 acre 32 room resort. Each resort and inn needs an innkeeper. My previous boss Kathy has been the innkeeper here for the last 3 years. She had her faults and she had her moments where she really shined. She was let go about a month and a half ago so when she had to move out there was no innkeeper and no one overnight person that knew how to run the front desk.

         I have lived on my own for over a year now and had to move back into my parents. I found this as a great opportunity to live on my own again. I got the approval to move into the spacious 3 bedroom apartment that over looks the property. I think its fabulous. All linoleum flooring, pet friendly and the kitchen is immaculate.  Working and living here really got me to learn more about myself and truly know me for me. I began realizing how important my job was to me to the point where I didn't spend any time with my friends and family like I used to. I worked overtime hours because I wanted to and got really organized with my work. I got there on my balcony because I moved into the apartment which I once dreamed of living in. I am here because my boss was fired and I took on new responsibilities because I could handle them. I am here because I am trusted and dependable to always be here when I am needed. Though this is only my temporary home, I see accomplishments being made to be where I am today. So I am resting alone on this balcony over looking the bay.





3)Alone in a quiet room. But what's really happening?

        What is really happening here? I feel as though I am relaxing, drinking a glass of chardonnay about to crack into 1984. Yet I am really just waiting for my guest phone to ring. Waiting for someone to ask me for a room or ask me for an extra pillow. Sometimes what is really happening is I am pretending to have a little getaway of my own but I am really being screamed at by a guest as to why the television screen is fuzzy or why their toilet is clogged.
        This seems to be an every night occurrence for me. I'm not really relaxing on a balcony alone. I am really just waiting for someone to call me and disturb me. There is truly no time to have a drink. By the time I get back my glass it bug filled or tipped over because I got up too quick to answer the phone. Orwell will be there for me the next night. I will try again tomorrow.

However: In between the guest phone calls. I try and take as many slow breaths as I can. I breath in the cold evening air. Feel the breeze and forget about everything for once. I realize I just missed a phone call. What's really happening now is I am taking a second for myself. I need to breathe. Is this really what I want to do with my life at 20 years old? Not have one? This is no longer a nice apartment, this is a place squeezing more of my free time out of me day after day.

What is next to happen is me packing up my things and letting someone else do it.