I am not a natural risk taker.
I love the whole "carpe diem" thing as an idea, but I am also a creature of habit.
It has been a few years since I've done anything out of the ordinary. I mean, these years have been the best of my life- spending time with my nieces and nephews and working on my clinical licensure. They've been productive and fun. Just not all that adventurous.
So, when I took off Friday and Monday to drive my sister Erin to Pennsylvania, we decided to do something different.
Instead of going straight home, we drove to Atlantic City. Atlantic City is the nearest beach to my parents house.
I'd decided to cross another item off my life ambition list- "See a sunrise over the Atlantic".
I saw a sunset over the pacific about 7 years ago and it has bothered me that I hadn't finished the other bookend of seeing a sunrise over the Atlantic.
It was a LONG drive. We got stuck on I-95 outside of DC and I think my sister had begun plotting my demise. It took us about 11 hours to get there.
I haven't been back to Jersey since I graduated high school 12 years ago. Literally. I left the day after graduation and haven't looked back.
I knew the moment we were back in New Jersey. I heard music I haven't heard since 98. It smelled like the ocean. There were rows of wooden beach houses, unchanged since the 40s.
Ahh...Jersey.
Part two to come tomorrow.
(Enjoy this story while its free, because its so riveting I am sure it will be published...then you'll all have to buy a copy! )
Lori Ann