so i guess no matter how much i deny it, jersey's in my blood. its said that you know you live by the shore when you cant ever seem to get the sand out from between your toes and you leave your hair looking windblown, because it starts to naturally fall that way. i never really believed that, because although i grew up 5 minutes from the bay to the west of us, and 5 to the ocean in the east, i rarely ventured to the ocean except late in the season when all the tourists went home. and that being said, i prefer not to leave my hair looking windblown. but today i couldnt get the thought of "sand between my toes" from my mind. maybe it was the lazy leona naess tunes playing on my ipod, or the frigid temperatures that made me long for summer...either way i started to miss the beach, windblown hair and all. theres nothing quite like the ocean crashing behind you, bare feet burning on scorched sand, riding a wave on a surfboard that you dont know how to navigate, lifeguards blowing their whistles, wildwood boardwalks famous "watch the tramcar please" and the taste of salt in the air to make you feel at home. at least in a jersey girls mind. maybe one day ill go back, maybe one day ill again call it home... but until then ill just dream about the ocean and try and be satisfied with frigid landlocked wilmore.
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