Every summer for most years that I can remember, one way or another my family and I or just me has gone down the Jersey Shore. It’s been a tradition that we have been doing for almost my whole life. It was never always the same place but recently in the past 7 years it has been a house on the ocean that is a friend of my parents. One ear in there I rented a house with a bunch of random people I didn’t know because I badly wanted to have a shore down the house (clearly watched too much Jersey Shore on MTV).
But anyway, it is a sort of tradition and here I am again, down the shore. I love being down here. It is my other version of home, at the beach.
I have always loved the beach and for some time I couldn’t believe that I never had a house on or near a beach! But one thing I truly hate though, even though I love the beach, is sand on the floor. I desperately hate sand on the floor. It drives me NUTS! So that is probably one reason I never had a house near a beach!
Between the boardwalk, the seafood, the miniature golf, WaWa (seriously who doesn’t love a store named WaWa!?), and beach clothing, why wouldn’t everyone love it here?!
One of the new excitements of having a 3 year old this year at the shore is that she loved finding seashells with me. I loved that when I was a kid too and it makes me so happy that she loves it now! It was the most exciting thing to pull seashells out of the freezing cold water!
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