Today's my last lazy Sunday morning in Brunswick. We're moving out of this apartment on Thursday, but that's the subject for a longer, more introspective piece.

Pretty much the whole 'Brunswick Experience' has been quite an error. We're not really that close to Portland, where so much of our life seems to center; I don't want to even think about how many times I've driven up 295 to Brunswick at 8 or 9 at night, only to have to drive back at 7 the next morning.

And I won't even get into how few times I've seen my brother this year; Bridgton is quite a hike from Brunswick.

But I'm trying to stay positive, which brings me back to Sunday mornings.

As much of a pain this whole experience is, I've rather enjoyed Sunday mornings at this apartment.

See, we live right around the corner from the rather picturesque campus of Bowdoin College on the road to Harpswell. Generally it's a busy road, but on Sunday mornings, however, it's quite quiet. On Sunday mornings all that one can hear is the chiming of the bells of the Bowdoin College Chapel.

While I'm not a religious dude at all, it's quite peaceful to have church bells tolling every fifteen minutes. Especially on a Sunday morning. That's pretty much as churchy as I care to get.

Well, actually I like the architecture of churches and chapels, too.

The chapel was designed in the 1840s by architect Richard Upjohn who also built the entrances to Boston Common, Trinity Church in New York City and a whole bunch of the fancy Newport, RI mansions.

Apparently it's one of the earliest examples of the Romanesque Revival in American architecture - which is one of the country's first styles of architecture, and one of my personal favorites.

Hey, don't laugh! Royce Hall at UCLA in Westwood, California and Trinity Church in Boston are each Romanesque Revival, and while before this morning I didn't know what they were called, I rather enjoy both.

See, that's pretty much what I do on Sunday mornings. I wake up early, hours before Liz, and I just old-fashioned surf the web. You know, like we used to do in the mid-1990s, just bounce from page to page without direction or purpose. Find interesting shit.

Today, for example, before I was googling "Romanesque Revival", I found my next road trip. I want to go to the Penobscot Narrows Bridge and Observatory up the coast of Maine near Fort Knox State Park. Apparently it's the tallest public bridge observatory in the world. Who knew?!

Check out this New York Times article that first piqued my interest, "Sure, the Bridge Is a Marvel, but How About the View?".

How did I find this? The chain is a bit wandering, I guess I started with this article "It's lights on again on Boston's Zakim bridge" and then went to the wikipedia page for the Zakim Bridge, and then the page for the similarly cable-stayed Penobscot Narrows Bridge.

Which sadly, doesn't open until Friday, May 1st, when we won't be living in Brunswick any longer.

Huh.

What can you do? Things change. In fact, right now the cars are becoming more frequent on the road outside. Someone is leaf-blowing down the street, too. I won't hear the bells ring in a few minutes.

Soon Liz will be awake, and there'll laundry and groceries and life to live.

The last lazy Sunday morning in Brunswick is over.