There’s nothing like arriving home and seeing my parents after months of fending for myself, moving into a new apartment, long work days, tough classes, and everything else that comes with being an adult. The last time I was here was for Christmas break, when we were trapped in a few feet of snow. As much as I LOVED running around town with my friend in the snow storm (yes, by foot), nothing compares to the Jersey Shore in the summer. First stop, the boardwalk. My mother and I love to walk. We walked around town the first night so that she could show me all that has changed. We passed my old school, St. Joseph’s Regional Catholic School which closed in 2001, when we were all forced to take the bus off shore to a newly built, bigger school. After a half a year at the new school I quickly came back to the island to attend the local public school, which, surprisingly is still holding up. Well, St. Joseph’s, after it has been closed, has been used for CCD classes, and Sunday masses in t...