I almost took Route 3 coming out of the Lincoln Tunnel on my way back to PA from NYC tonight. It was almost out of habit - Route 3 would take me home to Montclair. It's strange how going through the Lincoln Tunnel is comforting to me...and how seeing signs for NJ can make me smile. NJ is not that great (it's also not that bad...) but I suppose the smile is from some sense of accomplishment or in vet achievement. Weird right? But there is a sense of accomplishment knowing you can survive in a challenging environment. I may not have knocked it out of the park when I lived there - but I swung and hit the ball. I made it under unusual circumstances and I feel good about that. I guess I finally got what NJ meant to me. When you can do gritty or make it through by your wits that's something.
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