Life Outside My Front Door - My Family Travels
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I don’t travel often, and even when I do, the span of years in between is rather large and never outside of the US. I’m sure that most people will tell their tales of a wonderful adventure in Asia or Europe, but I will share my memories from my trip in San Francisco.

I don’t really recall why we went to San Francisco, but I do remember staying at my non-blood-related grandparents’ house. The house was large and had a homey, rustic type feeling to it, with an indoor pool and green house that was their yard. My mother took my older brother and I on the public subway, my very first time on a public transport that wasn’t by air. It was thrilling beyond belief—I’m sure most people would be like, “So? It’s just a subway.” But to me, it was like I finally touched part of the real world outside my front door. The next transport that I traveled on was the ferry. Again, another thrilling adventure, having the wind whiplash me with my own hair was rather interesting. Then on another outing, we walked around the city visiting the China Town and even taking a tour around the Bay on Segways—I’ve been wanting to acquire one of the nifty little things ever since. I was even lucky enough to spend my very first time camping in the mountains in a cabin that belonged to my ‘grandparents’. My love for chicken-pot-pie, city-life, walks among the busy streets below buildings, riding on public transportation all developed in California.

My trip was a simple visit, nothing big and out of the ordinary, but I was able to experience many different things that I would never have otherwise. I was born in California, but I had moved to Texas before I could even talk and was not able to develop any feelings towards my original home. It opened my mind to the world outside, and I was able to see what daily life was like in my original birthplace. But even more amazing than the simple rides and food I ate, was the landscape and weather. I’ll never forget the cool breezes, the wide ocean, sky scrapers with streets filled with people, bare hills, mountains covered in ice, forests full of tall pines, the noise of seagulls, people, and houses and transportation that I only saw through pictures and movies. I would love to visit that place again, if only once.

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