{"id":105,"date":"2010-11-21T13:20:55","date_gmt":"2010-11-21T17:20:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/?p=105"},"modified":"2010-11-21T13:27:01","modified_gmt":"2010-11-21T17:27:01","slug":"my-hometown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/?p=105","title":{"rendered":"My Hometown"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After reading a Facebook post from a childhood friend this morning, I decided to check out our old stomping grounds. Boy, how things change. And how they don&#8217;t. A quick scan through Google maps reveals a lot of different stores that I don&#8217;t remember being there. I&#8217;m sure if I looked a little more closely, there would be a lot of new developments too. New houses, new stores, new people &#8211; this is my hometown?<\/p>\n<p>But my hometown is just that &#8211; somewhere I came from. It&#8217;s under no obligation to stay the static place that exits in my memory. That&#8217;s actually a silly concept anyway. It was changing the whole time I was growing up. Why should it stop now that I&#8217;m gone?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m very grateful for New Jersey&#8217;s Farmland Preservation Program. It&#8217;s guaranteed that some of my hometown will always look the same. Long Valley has always had a large farming community. I grew up with cornfields in my back yard. It&#8217;s a little bit of heaven in a state that&#8217;s not known for being pretty, despite having the nickname of &#8220;The Garden State.&#8221; Look at this picture &#8211; isn&#8217;t it gorgeous?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s300.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn18\/Njjules\/?action=view&amp;current=highlands-LongValley-1.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i300.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn18\/Njjules\/highlands-LongValley-1.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The farms, the hills, the small town atmosphere made me feel safe, but at the same time they made me long for the city. I&#8217;ve always enjoyed spending time in The City, and any other busy, bustling place. The City (aka NYC) was about an hour away; just close enough to escape to. I loved to go there as a kid &#8211; to feel like I could be lost in a crowd instead of known practically everywhere.<\/p>\n<p>A few years after we married, my Bestest and I headed up to LV for a visit. We had to get a tire fixed (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.biguglymandoll.com\/?p=42\" target=\"_blank\">darned I-95 potholes<\/a>), so we dropped the car off at the tire place before heading to the dentist&#8217;s office where my mother worked. This being the time before cell phones were commonplace, we just gave the dentist&#8217;s phone number to the tire dealership so they could call us when it was done. The dealer looked at the number and said &#8220;hey, Dr. Gaudio&#8217;s office!&#8221; Freaked my Bestest out completely &#8211; he&#8217;s never lived in a small town like that. To me, it was just home. That&#8217;s how things worked.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s easy to make LV sound so idealistic now that I&#8217;m gone. It is, and it isn&#8217;t. But in the end, it was a really fantastic place to grow up. I hope my kids remember their hometown as fondly as I do mine.<\/p>\n<p><object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" codebase=\"http:\/\/download.macromedia.com\/pub\/shockwave\/cabs\/flash\/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" \/><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" \/><param name=\"src\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/77gKSp8WoRg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0\" \/><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" \/><embed type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"385\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/77gKSp8WoRg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n<p>** Photo courtesy of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.njn.net\/about\/pressroom\/highlandsrediscovered\/highlands-LongValley.jpg\" target=\"_blank\">NJN Public Television and Radio<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>But my hometown is just that &#8211; somewhere I came from. It&#8217;s under no obligation to stay the static place that exits in my memory. That&#8217;s actually a silly concept anyway. It was changing the whole time I was growing up. Why should it stop now that I&#8217;m gone?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[6,5],"class_list":["post-105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-music","tag-bestest","tag-nablopomo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=105"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119,"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions\/119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.inappropriategirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}