Confession time: I used to talk a lot of trash on New Jersey. I grew up in the Philly suburbs, and that meant that the yellow licence plates signaled bad drivers, the state was covered in fist-pumping, hair-gelled bros, and the area between the bridges and the shore was a dead-land. But then we moved here. And I realized that New Yorkers are really the worst drivers, Philly has more hipsters than Jersey has bros, and New Jersey is full of hidden treasures beyond the shore. We discovered the cute old towns like Haddonfield and Collingswood. We spent our weekends enjoying the expansive parks and strolling along the Cooper River. More importantly, we met fantastic people. There is such a sense of community in South Jersey, and I feel privileged being able to join in.