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We have been lucky enough to go back home most weekends and enjoy the beach. Scrolling through some pictures I found this classic one of me picking my wedgie as soon as I get out of the water. Pretty classic. I need a new pair of board shorts pretty bad to prevent this from happening. This day I also got attacked by jellyfish and I was in such a new brand of pain for those those two long hours. Joe had to pee on me! I really wouldn’t wish jellyfish stings everywhere against my worst enemy (Ok, maybe if I had one, I would.) But seriously- jellyfish are devilish and are destroying the water in New Jersey.

I had a pretty easy wake up this morning (normally 4:30 a.m. is straight pain for me.) Joe and Stinky surprised me at work about half way through and I took a short break and took a walk with them. I noticed a production crew yesterday one block from the cafe so we decided to take a little walk up that way to see the deal. City of NYC puts what Production is using their streets and guess what! It’s a movie called “Our Idiot Brother” starring Paul Rudd and Zooey Deschnanel! I really might be complete if I can run into Zooey on the street. Paul Rudd too, but yeah. Zooey. I want to ask her about She & Him covering one of my favorite songs of life, NRBQ’s “Riding in My Car.”

Oh crap, you guys.. It just got a lot better! Since last year this time I was in the midst of my 365 Project, on a regular basis I go into iPhoto and check out where I was or what I was doing a year ago to the day. Well – you ready? – Last year today I had one of my most favorite days ever with Joe! We woke up super early, got bagels and met his Dad at the dock to go crabbing. We crabbed our little hearts out and listening to tunes and splooshed around all day. We went back to Joe’s house and his Mom and Sister were there and my Mom came over too! We cooked up the crabs and had a little feast on their patio. Joe had already asked me if I would go on a “Classic Boardwalk Date” with him that night, so I went back home and we respectively got ready for our night out. He came over, like a true gentlemen with flowers and a smooch on the cheek. We set off for Point Pleasant and played mini golf ( I WON ) and got cheese fries and ice cream and took photo booth pictures and he tried so hard to win me a toy in the crane. We went back to my house and had some beers, and watched a movie. It was a perfect summer day. This is hands down one of my favorite pictures of us, ever. Happy happy joy joy.

These five words are so true. Driving home from a weekend in Jersey last night, we talked about the idea of home. Joe said that he loves going back home because he knows it will always be there. That he feels so comfortable at his parent’s house and that he knows it will never, ever change. Joe’s families house is the epitome of a home. The first time I ever visited I knew their house was full of so much love and so many memories. I have always envied Joe’s ability to do the good old “go home” deal. Don’t get me wrong, I have a loving family and loving places, but they have changed many times over my twenty five years. I have lived in eight different towns/cities in my life and this moving to Brooklyn is my 21st time moving. It’s always something different and somewhere new to get used to.

The only solid place I still have, where nothing has changed is my Nana’s house. We visited there yesterday for lunch and as Joe and Nana chatted at the table, I snuck upstairs and curled into a ball on my bed in my room there. It felt so good and I looked around the room and absolutely nothing, had changed. There are two twin sized beds in the room, where Nate and I always slept. They have matching gold frames and matching quilts that my Nana made on them. They aren’t very comfortable but they have always been exactly the same. ”Same” can sometimes just feel so good, am I right? I felt comfort there, and then we went back to Joe’s parents, and I felt comfort there too. We had a nice dinner with his family from Vermont and spent hours on their back porch where conversation never lacked, it was nice.

When we realized it was after ten, we gathered our things and headed back to Brooklyn. The whole point of this rambling is that when we unloaded the car and found a spot and walked the dog and were both upstairs with the door locked- We said that it felt good to be home. Just casually. But, it did. Feel good. I choked up a little bit and thought of Dorothy Gale, because it’s so true. There really is, no place like home. /end sappy.

I just came across this picture of where we used to sleep last summer. pillows.

Remember that movie “Once” that won a Grammy for that song “Falling Slowly” .. ? The two characters are in a band called the Swell Season and I am sitting on my couch listening to them play across the street at the Prospect Park Bandshell.  It is the perfect night for an outdoor concert. I took a “nap” earlier that turned into a five hours of consecutive sleep I desperately needed, otherwise I would be over there with my bum in the grass waiting for Joe to get off work. Next weekend my Dad is coming up to see a blues concert with us.