Saturday, July 20, 2019

Jersey...

So Mary Beth and I drive up yesterday.  I kept her awake and she kept me awake and by ten thirty us old ladies were snug as bugs in rungs in bed.

Today was the band reunion and god I love coming up here for that.  I wish I’d come the first year but yay!! Mr. Mac was able to come this year!!!! I hope he never does write that book of Claudette Stories because of almost anyone on this earth... he might have as many as my mom if not maybe more.

Then I got to go to the shore.  My excuse was I wanted to show Mary Beth the shire but let’s be honest... it’s not a full trip if I don’t stick my toes in the sand and let the water rush over them and give me a homesickgasm.

Like literally, every year I think about if I could come back to live.  Could I live at the jersey shore again?  And I com to the conclusion, every year, that no.  I love my classmates and my friends from here and yes I miss the ocean like a fat kid standing outside of a closed bakery but the list of people is miss in North Carolina grows every day.  I don’t even think about moving to England in my dotage.  

I’m a New Jersey girl living in a North Carolina world and I might Bitch and moan but I love it.  I love it all.  And now that I got my garden the little country girl in me is so satisfied she purring.  

We check out tomorrow and take mommy and friend to Atlantic City for the day and depending on what time we get back from that I may or may not let my mom talk/ nag me into staying the night in her room and driving back Monday or I might just hit the road because I’m pretty sure traffic will be lighter during the evening hours and the DC triangle might not be so hellish.  Omg we spent maybe 80% of the drive up sitting still or going so damn slowly we might as well have been sitting still.

So if any of my jersey friends read my blog, I love you I really do and I always will... insert Whitney Houston Gif here... I won’t be moving back here.  I’ll visit you often, probably every year from here on out, but won’t be moving back.

I miss North Carolina.

I don’t think I’ve ever said that before.

I can’t wait to get home.

CIA, Bellas!!!