During the navy years, every time I came home it was to a different place.
Sailor, Brother, Father, Uncle, Grandpa, Bill
That had become a routine with many jobs in many places.
Once we moved to Republic we thought this was where we would stay and spend the rest of our lives. I’m still in Republic, but living in three different apartments as of tonight.
In any home, once away for a length of time, the old saw rings true, “there’s no place like home.” It doesn’t matter if it’s Japan, Singapore, Philippines, Hong Kong, Kowloon, San Diego, Brunswick Georgia, Pearl Harbor, or on a 9 month cruise on an aircraft carrier, there’s no place like home.
