In all my years, I have come to a few conclusions about life:
- If you have a craving, it's never advisable to opt for the low-calorie, fat-free version of whatever it is in an attempt to be healthier
- All parents will, at some point, think negative things about their children that they will never say aloud
- There is no state whose citizens have more state pride than New Jersey. (Texas, you probably tie NJ in terms of pride, but you cannot surpass our fist-pumping enthusiasm.)
Until I was 10, I grew up in New Jersey. In my memory, I recall my neighborhood as basically just one massive, collective backyard, and every now and then you could pop into someone's house for Kool-Aid. I recently revisited and found, to my surprise, that I had remembered it fairly accurately. The summer I was 10, I moved to Connecticut, and though I fell in love with my adopted state completely, New Jersey still had a special place in my heart. Well now I'm back, bitches! And guess who I brought with me? That's right: my two children! (Well, actually, I brought one of my children with me; the second was born right here! My very own Jersey girl!) And you know what? I'm absolutely delighted I can give them a New Jersey childhood, because there's so much to recommend growing up Jersey.