There are a few places that really grab my soul. Places that make me smile when I walk down the sidewalks and drive down the roads.
Stonington Borough... it's that for me.
I love the town in a way that's deep and devoted, in a love that's a borderline obsession. I have so many memories here, memories that started long before I stole the zip code. I fell in love with a new hobby here and new people. Those lat and long coordinates at the end of the road where the pavement meets the sand. I learned the best way to spend a hot New England summer night was in the water at the Waylands Wharf or rocky walks along the jetty. I learned the Manhattans at Noah's are absolutely lethal and that the fish and chips Friday at the Portuguese club is the best deal in town. I learned how to enjoy being home, how to garden, and how to unclog a dishwasher. I fell asleep to a foghorn on most days and woke up to the most brilliant sunrises over the water, best seen from the bathroom (the toilet to be exact). I watched my neighborhood combine forces and joined in the plowing parties when winter storms dumped so much snow on my favorite town.
