I lived in Connecticut for the better part of my life, all told, 28 years. Throughout that entire time, I made approximately one trip to Maine. And it was only to Kennebunkport, for like a single Saturday. I remember that it was a long drive (Google Maps tells me that it's only a little over three hours one way, but it seemed at least twice that when I was 8) and that that's how I had my first lobster. Neither of these details were enough to place this location in my brain as a place to continually return to. When I left Connecticut, I didn't think that Maine would be a place I felt a pull towards.