Typing the title to this post brought tears to my eyes. I see the pictures and they're heartbreaking. Devastating. I know these are just things, places that can and will be rebuilt. But they're more than that to me.
They're a part of me. A part of my childhood and the person I've become. A part of my history with My Director. A part of Peanut too.
This is what's left of the Casino Pier in Seaside Heights, NJ:
Many of you may only know Seaside through the horribly offensive lens of the repugnant show Jersey Shore. I admit, even before that show hit the air Seaside was not as family-friendly as it once was. But it's where I grew up. Right across the bridge, actually. That boardwalk where my parents took me on rides during the summer, where my Grandpa Sal took me to "watch the waves" (Yes, that's a thing), where I hung out with my friends.
More recently, it's where me and Peanut shared a nauseating ride on the Tilt-a-Whirl and a wacky spin through the Fun House:
|You can see the ocean over my shoulder|
|This was 2 months ago|
|Long Beach Boulevard, LBI|
That ferris wheel you see in the picture is the amusement park where My Director had her big triumph this summer, winning Peanut a pillow pet in a feat that I couldn't duplicate if I tried 100 times:
|My favorite memory from summer 2012|
I don't think of these places a lot when we're not getting ready to go to them, actually at them, or having just left them. I assumed they'd always be there when we were ready to return. Now they might not be. And if they are, they may never be the same again.
You know what they say? "Take a picture. It lasts longer?" It most certainly does:
|Peanut running to fly a kite with me,|
Mantoloking, NJ. Summer 2011.
|Mantoloking Beach after Sandy|
|Peanut and I, celebrating my mom's birthday: July 2012|
|The same restaurant after Sandy|