It's not everyday that I find myself having a leisurely stroll in my hometown of Long Island. My trips back to New York typically go as follows: Red eye into NYC. Work all day. Catch up with friends all night. Sleep. Work all day. Catch up with family all night. Sleep. Work all day. Night flight back to LA. {Insert new highly anticipated single finger emoji here.}

So a leisurely stroll on Long Island where I grew up? Actually time to rub my eyes and glare at the surroundings that guided baby elshanesworld into the power girl she is today? {That woman is the all holy me I'm referring to.} Even if it was for just an hour...

It felt good to breathe that salty Lawng Island air. It felt good to be so fresh, so fly in a matching floral short suit, standing in Louboutin flats, on the very same boardwalk that used to bear the weight of my 96 lb. frame and my 3 lb. foam wedge Rocketdog flip flops.

Who's with me??