An enthusiast’s view of America’s Original Seaside Resort… by Meghan Kunz
There are so many reasons to love the autumn, especially if you have good reason to celebrate an occasion. My plain white envelope arrived in the mail last Wednesday. From the familiar handwriting and return address I knew it was from my in-laws. A card to commemorate our sixth wedding anniversary, I thought, as I ripped open the envelope. Indeed it was. Along with a computer print-out confirming a reservation for a two-night getaway on Halloween weekend. What could be more perfect?!
There are moments when I feel particularly fatigued with the monotony of everyday routine: the bumpy, traffic-laden stretch from Exit 16W to Exit 13A, the ritualistic cooking, cleaning, and pet maintenance… it can weigh the spirit down. But an impromptu trip on a festive weekend in my favorite place? All of those stresses melt away.
This trip serves two purposes: recreation (obviously) and business (real estate). This is a great opportunity to check out some of the properties my parents are interested in, and what better time to scope out a neighborhood than on Halloween? For recreation, I’ll visit my usual haunts and stay at the Carroll Villa on 19 Jackson Street. It will be my first time staying there (although I’m acquainted with their bar) so I’m particularly excited about the accommodations. It always takes a little push for me to try something new, and an anniversary gift is the perfect reason.
I wonder sometimes if the Cape Mayans grow tired of the steady stream of tourists. I pondered this thought as I sat in traffic Sunday morning near my home (the backyard of Giants Stadium). The miles and miles of cars clamoring to watch the game (granted, it was a Notre Dame/Army game) stretched farther than I could see, and I was disgruntled to say the least. The funniest part is that since I’ve moved to Bergen County (six years ago) I’ve only been to Giants Stadium once. Prior to that, I went at least three times a year for various events. I guess that’s how some Cape Mayans must feel sometimes about my feverish I-love-all-things-Cape-May chatter. I understand. I’m the college football fan and you’re me on the turnpike, trying to navigate around Giants Stadium – I mean, Cape May. Point taken. I also commiserate with those residents who may grow weary of the sightseers — I live near Soprano Land and have dealt with many detours and road blocks due to film crews.
I cannot wait to escape my North Jersey world this weekend. Look for me – I’ll be the slow-driving, sightseeing tourist!