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Jersey Girl

I'm a total different person in NJ than I am in England.  I've been in Jersey a week now and I dress different, wear my hair different and even feel different.  The sad part is, I think I like the Jersey girl better.  The Jersey girl is relaxed, sexy and funny.  The England me is more reserved, dresses like a mom 90% of the time, straightens her hair and hardly ever feels 100% relaxed.  She's funny sometimes, but Jersey Girl cracks jokes a lot.
I have clothes and handbags I have bought on trips to NJ that go back to England and sit in the closet and are never used.  The longer my trip to Jersey is, the bigger my earrings get too, but this time I am refraining from buying any as I know they won't be worn.  Mind you, they are never huge tacky earrings (I'm not that sort of Jersey Girl), but in England I have one pair of simple, small, white gold hoops that I wear every single day. 
I think it all comes down to being comfortable in your surroundings.  It's not like I'm comfortable in England.  I've been there 8 years.  I'm happy there.  I have a great family and a few friends, but there is something about being surrounded by people with no cultural differences that makes it just feel more comfortable.  It's never hard work. People get you.  It's kind of like adding smiley faces in an email so people know when you are kidding or smiling.  In England it always feels like I have to add the damn smiley face and it's so good to be able just be myself without explanation. 
I like striking up conversations with total strangers without being looked at like I'm crazy.  I like giggling with my best friend over things that have evolved over a lifetime and only we get, I like being around my family (even if they do stress me out), I like being able to make plans on the same day without planning everything so far in advance.  I like that when I get a txt message, I don't have a clue who it will be instead of the same 3 people it almost always is in England.  I guess I like feeling like I'm at home and I wonder if it will ever feel that way in England.

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