Journeying to the West - My Family Travels

I’ve never been a patient person, especially when it came to having to wait for big events. It was only May at the time I found out the exciting news; I was going to be able to spend my summer in California. I’ve been anticipating this trip for almost four years. I made the most of my time in Wisconsin trying to fast forward time to the date that was printed on my airline ticket.

            After what felt like lifetimes of waiting in my small town of Oshkosh I finally was boarding my plane and the next thing I knew almost two months had already passed. I was able to do various activities while in California.
            My last trip before my summer ended was an unforgettable memory. Many of the youth and adults of my church took a beach trip down to Santa Cruz. We relied on Map Quest solely, which was a big mistake. We thought since we were able to see the ocean from almost any location within the city it would be easy to get there but that was prove not too long after we arrived. Once we got to the coast we couldn’t find the entrance to the beach, specifically the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. We drove on W. Cliff Dr. for what felt like an hour along the coast, watching the waves from a distance. It was so hard to be so close, but yet so far. My patience was being tested more than it’s ever been tested before. I’ve been waiting to see the beach for almost nine years and now we were here, but there wasn’t a single entrance in sight.
            While lost in my anger that I was only sharing with myself in my thoughts I heard my aunt’s voice. As I turned to her a part of me wanted to complain and blame her for us being lost; I was thinking why didn’t she prepare more for this and why didn’t get directions from a better resource. It wasn’t her fault though and I knew that. She sensed my anger and reminded me that I shouldn’t be upset because even though we’re not directly on the beach we had this beautiful view of the ocean and we were all together sharing this moment that we would never forget. I turned to look out the window, and there it was, the ocean; with its various shades of blue and dark spots from the seaweed. The waves were roaring against the shore and the sun was shining so brightly onto the sand and water, making the salt and water glimmer.
            I’ll admit a part of me was still upset; I couldn’t help it, but I knew that if I let my anguish take over and ruin the moment I would be missing out on a moment that is so indescribable and a lesson on how to be more patient which was a much needed one. This single trip taught me more than I’ve been able to learn in a month and has helped me become a better person.

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