I guess one could say that our move to Maine falls under the category of "climate change related." This area boasts boondocks affordability with enhanced cultural perks as it is a center for art, music and literature. I came here in 2017, from West LA with my better half, Rocco and our dog, Otto. I am originally from Milan, Italy and have lived in the US ever since my college days in Vermont. Rocco and I love to travel, try new restaurants and visit friends. Between the two of us , we speak several languages: Italian, French, German, Spanish, some Russian and a sprinkle of Mandarin (being Swiss, Rocco is the real polyglot.)
I work for a boutique book printing company, as well as interior design, and Rocco is retired from the banking industry.
We both like jazz and blues, we are movie fans, dog lovers and addicted to pondering our good fortune.
Although we have not lived in Maine for long, we are happy to share the little treasures we have discovered around here. Our culture shock is still fresh enough to enable us to give tips on things that might otherwise seem obvious to a real Mainer--like what time of day deer are most likely to cross the street or what in the world might that strange animal sound be.
We like our privacy and are clean and respectful. We are generally available for a glass of wine on the lawn or we can be invisible according to preference.

This property is the perfect distance from town to afford its private, rural feeling. It abuts the wild, coastal forested American Legion property, which accounts for an exciting closeness to nature. For instance, one late night, last spring, my dog and I heard a bloodcurdling scream come from the pitch black woods; both of us were left unsettled by what we had heard, even by morning. I sifted through youtube, ignoring results about Sasquatch and ghosts, until I came across the exact same sound: fox vixen warning cry. Later that month, I put up a deer fence for the dog, but my city self is rather glad that it doubles as deer, turkey, fox, bear, fisher cat and moose keeper-outer.
At a distance just over twice the length of the property, the ocean is close enough to pop down for a swim and far enough not to cause inexorable salt damage to everything we own, and the views are an ever changing spectacle which I still have to force myself to stop photographing with my phone.
From the satellite, Maine has the largest expanse of darkness in the contiguous US which means the starry nights are arresting. The quietness at night was also a huge change from our Los Angeles apartment's special treats, such as waking up to Tuesday morning garbage collection, sirens wailing, hovering helicopters searching for escaped criminals, homeless people having a fit, and music blasting from passing cars. I heard that some city people miss all that noise, but we aren't among them.