Without fail, no matter how many years it’s been since I’ve lived here (22 years, but who’s counting?), every time I find myself sitting in traffic on Route 17 in Bergen County, NJ, my entire body sighs, and thinks: “Home.”
“Home is not where you live but where they understand you.” -Christian Morgenstern
I wasn’t even born in Jersey, and I haven’t lived there in over two decades. But when I come to see family several times a year, I know I’m home. There are many things I lamented when I was growing up here–the traffic, the sheer fact that it was New Jersey, the traffic…But the second I moved to New Jersey, I knew I was home. There’s something about the pace and feel of life here that resonates with me. Something about how it’s a bit tacky, a bit scrappy, a bit rough around the edges. They understand me. You can take the girl outta Jersey, but you definitely can’t take the Jersey outta the girl.
Where do you call Home?