Perdido Bay Bridge 

When we are coming home in the boat from a day on the water or on the Gulf Beach, I try to get the Lillian Bridge in my sights and navigate straight to it, then I begin veering to the left, once we pass Suarez Point. This bridge (and the one before it) has been a symbol of home for most of my life. From the time I was first able to drive a car until now, the very second I hear the sound of my tires rolling onto the concrete bridge that connects Florida to Alabama, peace washes over me, and I'm already home.   My mind and spirit breathe and I immediately relax. I believe that there is a special landmark we all have in our hearts that symbolizes home, long before we get there. This bridge, the bay and the woods that line the bay are mine.

Where we live is more than an a street or an address, it's the world around us.  My world is on the bay, in the woods, just a quick boat ride from the whitest beaches in the world, in beautiful Alabama. But my home is also that bridge, the bay, the woods and that beautiful white beach.  If you ever cross the bridge from Lillian, AL to Pensacola, FL., look South. Welcome to my home.