Today is my last day as a SURFER intern. Last night, I sat on the floor of my sparsely decorated bedroom and packed some movies and t-shirts into a cardboard box. I think I got some dust in my eyes or something.
As most of you know, I am an incurable optimist, so I’m trying to look on the bright side. Sure, New Jersey is not as sunny as California, and the waves are quite a bit less consistent, but the water is warmer. So is the air… this time of year. New York is a lot more exciting than San Clement-y. Jersey gas is cheaper (and I don’t have to pump it). Some might call this a con, but I AM TRYING TO BE POSITIVE, HERE. Dan supplied: “Talk is cheaper in NJ. And if you have fists, you have to pump them.” Okay, that works–fist pumping is a hallmark of good cheer. We get epic thunderstorms on the East Coast, not just dreary drizzle. The tri-state area is where most of my friends and family are located. And maybe above all, I only have one semester left before earning my MA and then, theoretically, I can go wherever/do whatever I want. Probably, where I will want to go is here and what I will want to do is this. But we’ll see. The world is an aphrodisiac. Or whatever. Buck up.
P.S. If this is anything like when I left Paris, and I suspect that it will be, you can look forward to lots of cynical posts in upcoming weeks. Hey, at least they might be funny.
1) only dildo’s fist pump
2) having someone pump your gas for you is the worst
3) check magic seaweed forecast for seaside this weekend and tell me that NJ doesn’t get good surf (maybe 5-6ft with 15 sec period is avg in cali, i don’t know)
4) Coming home from Paris couldn’t have been all bad……
I can’t wait to do surfing of my own!
On your couch!
In your apartment!
In New York!
(That you don’t exactly have yet.)
Wow, Kyle, way to be a grump. I didn’t say Jersey doesn’t get good surf, and I’m not even addressing the rest of that stuff. Meg, when I get an apartment (that hopefully has a couch) you can totally surf it.