First things first -- I am a Jersey Girl. I always have been, and always will be.
I live in North Jersey, which is very different from South Jersey. Do not ever say we are all just from Jersey because we will get very angry. North Jersey is like a whole other world compared to the southern part of the state. There is no Central part of the state; either you live in Northern or Southern Jersey and that’s it. If you think you live in Central Jersey, you don’t, you live in South Jersey. I know it can be hard, sometimes, to say you are a resident of any county in the south
Growing up in a state like ours was definitely an experience, to say the least. You learn various life lessons that will come in
handy, like shopping isn’t just something for leisure, it’s an art in
itself. We learn how to spot a good sale at Neiman’s
or Nordstrom’s, and you know we
will never miss a sale at Bloomies. We also learn that getting our nails done
is one of the greatest necessities in life. On any day of the week, you can spot your typical Jersey girl at the local nail salon. There is no stopping us from going to the nail salon every two
weeks. One thing you should always know about us, is we never ever do our own nails. Like, ever.
Although we don’t like to go to the southern parts of the Jersey, there is one thing we will travel there for, the beach. We love the
beach, and we cherish every moment we get to spend boogie boarding in the
ocean. There are quite a few beaches to visit, but the most popular one, is of
course the Jersey Shore. Yes, we have all been there before, so please do not ask
us that question. No matter whom we meet from out of state, the first question
they will ask you is, “Have you ever been to the Jersey Shore?”
Not only do we go to the beach to take
a dip in the ocean, but we also come to tan. There is nothing more we love to
do at the beach, than lather on that SPF four tanning oil, and just lay out all
day. As bad as it sounds, sunscreen doesn’t exist to us; we need to keep that perfect,
golden tan, year round. Going to “the shore” as we Northerners call it, is a right of passage while growing up.
Every out of state person likes to make fun of us for not being able to pump our own gas. I know, it’s a big shocker that
we do not know how to pump our own gas. It’s not our fault -- it’s illegal in all
of New Jersey. That just means that when we finally do pump our own gas for
the first time, it’s a miracle, a lifetime
achievement, like we have just won the Olympics, and it must be documented on
every social media platform possible. A classic photo will be taken holding the
gas pump, and putting the biggest smile on you’re face that screams I’m from
Jersey. Oh, yeah, we are those people taking pictures at the gas station, and
everyone knows just what state we come from.
You will never find food in any other state, like you find here. The food I am talking about is bagels. You have never had bagels, until
you’ve had bagels from New Jersey. They are your little bit of heaven with a
dollop of cream cheese. I know I may sound silly going on about bagels but, trust me, you need to take a bite out of one.
I take pride in all things
Jersey, and food is definitely a big part of that. I also take great pride in
coming from North Jersey -- Bergen County, to be exact – and the best county to live
in; it’s a known fact.
We learn a lot growing up here, and we won't
ever forget our Jersey roots. You can take a girl out of Jersey, but you can’t take the Jersey out of the girl.
