Big time problems with the neighborhood home owner's association that is the watch dog of blue blood standards to uphold, maintain.
Because your lawn for the second time in a month is a quarter of an inch too long, shaggy.
And other infractions are increasing in number as you get labeled the Beverly Hillbillies in the expensive zip code you eenie meenie miney moed.
Decided to move the family to after coming into a little money.
The kid next doors is in private school and drives a new Porsche.
Conversations with the neighbors when they happen and if not centered around how you are a neighborhood slacker in the high standards department, revolve around money.
Having more than you, being more cultured, refined and an asset to the area subdivision that all the homes of distinction came out of in in the land dripping with luxury.
Oozing a level of comfort, opulence that few others know.
At the last polo match, your wife was chided for hanging out sheets.
For enjoying the fresh smell of linens dried in the wind by Mother Nature.
With stern looks, snarky comments and a snide sneer hurled at your partner heard loud and clear. The thrown eye daggers hit their target.
No candy coating it. How the neighborhood ladies feel about clothes lines aired, let it all hang out in public.
Not in this area, banished, outlawed by the HOA is the no ifs, ands, buts about it concerning laundry clothesline. Geeze Louise.
And about that pickup with the diesel your husband owns, heard all about that truck parked in the yard too.
It specifically, unequivocally says "No service trucks". Period. Specifically outlined in subsection R in article 5 and addendum 3C.
Cease and desist or else cowboy. We're organizing a posse. Finding a rope and a tree. Large fines, big penalties added to the already growing number of stub your toe over and over infractions.
Since the orange and black Uhaul truck rolled in with your possessions, family.
Doors to garages left open right up there with eating with your mouth not shut it seems too. Major faux pas. Not going to get you 
invited over for chips and dip, sparkling imported spirits at the next neighborhood get together it seems.
If you have had it up to (motioning up to neck) here with rules, regulations, HOA requirements and standards, consider running away from that home to a new one in Maine.
To a place with the space, freedom and low property prices on the Maine real estate listings.
And few people but way way friendlier folks down the road from your forty acres or more of Maine land. Grow your own food in Maine.
Hand me a couple wooden pins, I'll help you with that basket.
Hang out clothes, drive a pick up, leave garage doors open, mow the lawn when you want to, not told to... it's all good like the kids say.
Do your thing is easy when the town's population is only 48, 64 and under 200 in a six by six mile area. It happens a lot and less people, less problems and drama.
That's Maine, 108 small towns, all teenie tiny and special, unique. Home grown simple living deep in nature.
Full of rich flavor, community spirit, pride and respect for letting others run their own day to day.
Eyes kept on our own papers.
All four seasons and time spent pretty much outdoors.
Maine is unfiltered, natural, spacious.
Unspoiled and heck, I'll stop talking.
Let the one by one images of Maine get you up to speed.
On just what the upper right hand corner state called Vacationland simple living is all about.
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