Wristbands, chili dogs, boardwalk splinters, cherries, flying umbrellas, speedos, small airplanes.
When you take 1000 photos of seagulls and the light is no goood, you draw them and make 'em dance.
It's inevitable, the nights become longer and a tad brisk and you realize that you're not in California anymore, honey, and that New Jersey summer is short and sweet.
I'm not gonna lie, I take transitions hard, as well as the unknown. But every time I've been in this place, it's because something bigger is in the works. Now, we put the time in and trust. It'll work out.