Sitting in a car for eighteen hours can drive some people crazy. Luckily, I am not one of those people. What could have been a long and boring drive for others turned out to be an eye opening experience for me; an experience that made my desires very clear to me. My family and I were on our way to Boston in a rental minivan traveling the open road. We were traveling so we could attend my older sister’s college graduation from Boston University. When my sister left home to go study in a big east-coast city, I thought she was crazy for leaving our small Midwest town in Illinois. However, as our minivan approached the downtown area of Boston something happened to me. This overwhelming feeling of excitement swept over me as I gazed out the wide passenger window at the towering buildings ahead. The feeling continued as we became closer to her apartment.
My sister’s apartment was on the ninth floor of the tallest residential building on her college campus. Stepping out of our minivan, and the eighteen-hour drive, into that busy city noise was exciting for me. The feeling was very different than what I was accustomed to in my small town. After parking and taking an elevator up to her apartment, the very first thing I noticed was the amazing city view. Tall windows lined the apartment wall, displaying the beautiful downtown skyline of Boston. It was at that exact moment when I realized I wanted the busy, vibrant city life. In the city, there is always something exciting to do, and something waiting to happen. All the noise and activity creates a unique atmosphere that is entirely opposite of my relatively small hometown in Illinois.
After exploring the wonderful city of Boston and attending my sister’s graduation ceremony, it was time to “hit the road again” and head home. While sitting in the minivan on the long drive back home, once again gazing out my large passenger window, all I could see were wide-open, empty fields and lonely trees. The closer we were to my Midwest hometown, the more I was saddened by farms and huge cornfields. The emptiness of my town could not compare to the vitality throbbing throughout the city life. The experience from my “family vacation” to Boston was the crucial factor in my decision to pursue my college education in a major city. If it was not for that long, eighteen-hour drive a year ago, I do not believe I would be enrolled to attend the University of Illinois at Chicago this coming fall.
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