Coming home

Home is a concept most people have got the hang of. When you've lived in five states and have moved nine times in less than 15 years of marriage, the meaning of "home" becomes blurred. Michelle came by a key holder that reads, "Home is where the Navy sends you." This is as good a definition as any. We've had the pleasure of calling several locals "home."

So it's no surprise that upon seeing and then crossing the Newport Bridge, in its full nighttime lighted glory, it was like coming home again. Even the drive to the new house was eerily similar to the drive to the house where we lived almost 8 years ago. The only real difference was turning two blocks early! Good memories came rushing in like the tide.

One thing that we didn't remember was the hospitality of this area. I assumed we were moving to the Northeast, where politeness is a rare commodity. We were happily surprised when the housing agent provided us with service that can be described as no less than outstanding. The mailman even introduced himself. We've had excellent service at both Aquidneck institutions the Coddington Brewery and the Newport Cremery. This hospitality has gone a long way in making us feel like we're home, again.