Home is the Jersey Shore. Not the kind with the fake tans, trashy clubs, and cheetah print crop tops. More importantly, not the kind with Snooki, Pauly D, and Jwoww. The kind with warm beaches, unforgettable sunsets, and bright boardwalks. Where people drive bikes instead of cars, spend too much time in the water and practically live off of Kohr’s ice cream. Despite its terrible (yet undeserved) reputation, the Jersey Shore will always be my home.

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