Why I moved to Belfast…

Admittedly, I am not what you would call ‘a local.’  I am from a coastal community much smaller than Belfast and about an hour and a half further down east.  I’ve lived in quite a few places in Maine and have been happy as a clam in every one of them.  What’s not to love about the greatest state in the nation?

And now I’ve found the greatest town.

In 2004 I was fortunate enough to gain a very good friend who lived on Congress Street, just up the hill from all of the downtown Belfast action.  Many a night was spent playing board games and eating Alexia’s Pizza, renting movies from the Opera House video store, and exploring the ‘city’ streets on foot.  The highlight however, was the yearly tradition of visiting Belfast friends for the New Years By the Bay celebration – enjoying live music all over town, the percussion march down Main Street, and seeing how long it took Mayor Mike to get the bonfire going on the beach.

Belfast is a wonderful walking town.  It has been a dream of mine to be able to walk to work and now I am living that dream.  It has also been a dream of mine to have that work be creative and community-oriented.  I knew that Belfast would be a good match for me, and when my husband was offered a job on the Midcoast, this is the town we chose.  Happily, the dream job a block away from my apartment became a reality.  Now, I am seeing firsthand on a daily basis what a vibrant, diverse, and thoughtful community exists at the intersection of routes one and three, and at the place where the Passagassawakeag River empties into Penobscot Bay.

And every time I find myself in the position of traveling home via route one south, I count my blessings as I take in the view from the bridge.

-Breanna Pinkham Bebb-

Our Town Belfast, Executive Director