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Bristol and Warren, You Are My Home

They say home is where the heart is, and I couldn't agree more.


It has been about a month since I've had any head-on interaction with Bristol-Warren Patch, and to tell you the truth, it's killing me a little. Which is why I’m glad Patch has a platform that enables me to blog and stay involved even though I no longer have any affiliation.

While I’m enjoying my new position as the Marketing Director for a national company in Cranston and love devoting my free time to my own social media and marketing consulting business, I have a really hard time letting go of Bristol-Warren Patch. And if you read , you’ll understand why.

This community became my life. I watched so many things happen in Bristol and Warren in two years. I met so many amazing people with so many incredible stories, talents, interests and passions. And even though I’ve lived in Bristol my whole life, went through the public school system and even attended , I never felt like I was more at home than I have in the last couple of years.

So moving on to a new job, in a new town with the Rhode Island mentality that I’ll likely need an overnight bag to travel to Cranston for work, was a very scary thought for me. But, like everything else, you learn to get comfortable and turn it into your home away from home as best you can.

But driving back into town on Friday after work thinking about all of the things I had left undone at the office (and after sitting through an outrageous amount traffic on I95 and 195 and even 136), I crossed the Swansea/Warren line and an instant wave of relief and comfort washed over me. I was home.

While I crawled at the pace of the traffic, I saw the new construction on RISSCO Fabrication and remembered the day our  in the building last August. A little further down the road, I caught a glimpse of the graduation sign posted in front of and thought about the class of 2012, the .

I kept driving and passed and thought about when Tropical Storm Irene hit our community. I remembered sitting in my car in the parking lot, running low on steam and computer battery, posting a story to let the community know that it was that hadn’t run out of fuel by day two of the power outage.

I continued on my way following the Arlington Avenue bend to Metacom where I tried to remember what the old corner Shell Station looked like when I was a kid. I looked at the empty lot across the street and frowned to myself, wishing I had taken a second to snap a photo while so I could show my kids what a piece of the community looked like when I was growing up.

I drove by and thought about the has been fighting since before I started my career with Patch, begging for the town and business owners to keep the sidewalks clear after a snowstorm. Then I looked off to the right and wondered why the storefronts.

Moments later I pulled into the gas station and stopped the car to get gas at the new digital pump that took months to put in after . As I filled my tank to prepare for next week’s commute to work, I looked at the construction on the will really be a good addition to our community.

I got back in my car and drove past where a woman was picking her dog up from the and passed Dunkin’ Donuts where Mr. Potato Head waved from the front of the building. Just as I crossed the Bristol/Warren line, I snapped out of my reminiscent trance and flipped my turn signal on and headed down the road to where I live.

Before Friday, I hadn’t really thought about it, but in just a few miles of driving I realized that no matter how far you go or where you work, or even where you live in some cases, you never forget the people, the places or the memories that make you call your community “home”. 

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Gina June 11, 2012 at 11:48 AM
What a complete debbie downer you are Ms. Sara !!..I thought that at the end of this story you were going to tell us you were "back on the job"..haha ( I really did )...Bristol & Warren residents miss you just as you miss us !...But you know I wish you well & all the best... ( sort of ). I remember every single one of those stories, and I know many of us that had any capablitiy of being online during Irene came to the Patch to see what was open & what wasn't on a daily basis. Thank you.
Dee June 11, 2012 at 03:19 PM
I really miss your dedication, timeliness, and the comfort of always knowing you were right there at the other end of my computer. The day I felt that earth quake and felt so alone and so small in this universe. I reached out to anyone on facebook and you were right there, making me feel like I was not alone. Yesterday, I marched in the Warren Firemens memorial parade and felt like I didn't need to take pictures, cuz Patch . com would have us covered. I came to trust in you. I am frantically searching for those pictures right now, and they are no where to be found. I feel like I have lost touch since you have been gone. I too, wish you the best and hope you are happy, but "patch.com lady" it just isn't the same without you!!!
N. Diane Davis June 12, 2012 at 01:38 AM
Hi Sara - Everyone I talk to about Patch says the same thing - Patch is not the same without you. Your blog above is so typical of the feeling you put into all your stories. Happy Fourth of July! Yes - it is coming fast!
marina peterson June 13, 2012 at 04:06 AM
Hi Sara! Miss you lots and lots! I am very happy for you with regard to your new position... and with you the best. But... Things aren't the same here without you!! Take care..

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