From the Jersey Shore to the North Shore
The unthinkable has happened.
I am no longer a resident of New Jersey.
No, Chris Christie hasn’t exiled me for all the shit I’ve talked about him – it’s due to personal reasons. After 29 years of living within a 30 mile radius of my birthplace, I’ve left the only state I’ve ever lived in and relocated to the North Shore of Long Island. Based on my first two weeks of living here, it is clear that Long Island is more like New Jersey that New Jersey could ever hope to be.
From the strip malls and strip clubs to highways and loud obnoxious people, I doubt I’ll ever get homesick. If New Jersey is the Armpit of America, then that would make Long Island the smelly pit hair of America.
Anyway, so what does my relocation mean for this little blog? I’ll still update as infrequently as you’ve come to expect. And I’ll still be writing about New Jersey. If that makes me a poseur, then so what? It’s my blog and I’ll do what I want.
Despite being in New York, my heart still hasn’t left New Jersey. That’s why I will still try with all my might to avoid pumping my own gas. Even if that means taking a trip back to Jersey for the sole purpose of having someone else do it.
As sad as I am to have left the Armpit of America, things could always be worse….I could have ended up on Staten Island!