This is a collaborative post with Addressy. All opinions are entirely my own.
Many of you know that I’m a proud New Yorker. The word “drawer” is pronounced “draw,” I’m picky about my pizza, and don’t you dare come near me with a limp, tasteless bagel. I just realized that two of those things are food related. I digress. I have fond memories of life in Queens before moving to Rockland County, NY, which is definitely NOT upstate and where my parents still reside.
I moved to New Jersey fresh out of college, when I got my first full-time job making peanuts in publishing. Now that I’ve lived here nearly 15 years (HOLY HELL!), I’m proud to call myself a Jersey girl (I admit, it took some getting used to). Now I no longer change the channel when Bruce or Bon Jovi come on the radio.
Here are some signs that you, too, are from New Jersey:
Your summer is spent down the shore (also, Asbury Park is not really a shore point)
You’ve had at least one encounter with someone from the New Jersey Housewives or you know someone who knows someone on the show and/or has slept with at least one housewife/househusband
People ask which exit off the Garden State Parkway you’re from (I still don’t know, so maybe Jersey hasn’t completely rubbed off on me yet)
You start to appreciate the beauty around you. And you capture it often.
You know where to go for fresh muzz, you appreciate a good diner, and you know where the malls are located. And you avoid those exits during rush hour.
So there you have it. I guess I do have #postalcodepride after all. Have you been to New Jersey and DO YOU KNOW we have beautiful hiking/biking trails, gorgeous lake communities, Victorian villages (I just discovered a new one!), and pretty beaches, too?