This last week has been a hard one. The outpouring of support from the people in our own communities as well as those from all over the country has been breath-taking. I am typing this from my own laptop with my own internet connection and damn, does it feel good. Now there’s tears on the pillow darling, where we slept. My family and I found our boat in the living room of the house four doors down in Beach Haven West, we received power back last night, and were able to get down to our house in BHW on Thursday to assess damages. You took my heart when you left. And although our house needs to be gutted completely, we are one of the lucky ones. Our primary residence made it through with only one week of no power. We had running water the entire time and, most importantly, we are all safe.
Here’s some pictures of life around here lately. No matter how many times I look at them, I still can’t believe this is my hometown. Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost my friend. That it’s not just a bad dream. This can’t be what happened to my jersey shore. Now tell me, how do I begin again?