It was the trip that my sister and I were dreading yet at the same time, also welcoming. It was the trip to our father’s homeland, Croatia.
Our youthful eyes and hearts were eager to return back to the place where we spent our childhood summers, but our teenage minds were dreading the month we would be spending away from home, a month away from our friends and our cellphones.
Before our vacation had even started, my egotistic mind began searching for ways I could return home early, but the moment my toes hit the rock beach and my eyes skimmed over the lucid ocean, my thoughts of home vanished — they were swept away with the heated breeze and salty ripples.
I gazed around my paradise, taking in all that truly mattered. I had the gorgeous Adriatic Sea at my reach, along with my loving family. I was in a land of serenity, natural beauty, and innocence, a place where my sister was not just my sister, but my best friend, a place where my parents were not just parents, but my own confidante.
The entire month that I spent away from my own bed was one of the most challenging, but influential times of my life. My mind had grasped on to the unique experience and my heart had finally reached out to my family’s hearts. We shared laughs of frustration and tears of happiness. We journeyed home with stronger relationships and a deeper love for one another.
I did not bother to wave bye to my summer home, but just gave a smile as my thoughts began bouncing with excitement on what next summer in Croatia will be like.
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