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  • I have never really been proud of my home. When asked where I'm from....I just say "uh...Tristate area or New England'.

    The two words of "NEW JERSEY" rarely come out of my mouth with pride.

    My home has been nicknamed 'the armpit of America' and 'the landfill of New York City' or is internationally known as the setting of a viral reality show by the 'SHORE'.

    For about a week now, my only thoughts have been about my home.

    Above the shame my home might carry nationally, My Home has always been a place where I have felt most comfortable.

    A place where I have felt confident and pure. A place where I can be 'okay'.

    Right now, however, 'My Home' is difficult to define.

    'My Home' has undergone a terrible natural phenomenon that I can only feel helpless in understanding.

    Helpless in 'I am here, and not there.'

    I can only reach out in thought with an imaginary hand. I can only imagine 'My Home'.

    And, while it may seem as ill-timed, I now answer, "NEW JERSEY" with pride and without reluctance.




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