What It’s Like To Grow Up On Long Island (Without The Stereotypes)

Makes me home sick!

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There’s a saying that goes, “If you’re lucky enough to live by the sea, you’re lucky enough.” I’m lucky enough to live by a sea, an ocean, a sound, a bay, a river and a dozen lakes so I’d say that I’m more than lucky enough. (I’m also lucky enough to live in the shadow of the greatest city in the world, objectively speaking, but that’s an urban story worthy of its own praise.)

I grew up jumping over horseshoe crabs; climbing to the top of lighthouses; and skipping school to drive to Montauk with my dad, a fisherman who has always enabled my obsession with the sea. My dorm room desk at college is riddled with seashells from the Atlantic, each one a vessel for a favorite memory or sandcastle or late day in August. This is my Long Island, my anchor.

Growing up, my friends gave one…

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