My Summer In New York - My Family Travels
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I can not think of another teen my age who has had the opportunity of a life time to soar across the country and visit their family. Every year during Christmas my family and I fly to New York to visit our relatives. We usually spend a week doing the usual routine: see the whole family ( all 6 of my mother’s sibling’s), take a luxurious ride in the subway to pay a visit to Times Square, and go skiing so I can come home with frostbite on my toes. No, my trips during the winter are not in the least bit terrible. This summer however, I had the chance to fly to New York by myself for the first time and spend three weeks, suppose to be two, in New York. Taking the trip was something I needed to do. It gave me a sense of independence, a sense of what it really feels like to be on my own and having to make my own choices without my parents advice. My first step towards my huge leap out of adolescence.

Every time I have flown, I have always gotten the window seat next to my mother. This time though I had to step out of my comfort zone and get squashed between an elderly women with the nose the size of a birds beak, and a middle-aged man who could not shut up for the life of him. But other than that, a safe and productive trip to New York. I was picked up by my Uncle Pat from JFK and brought back to his apartment in Queens, while God shed tears down on the city all day. The next few days flew by as I was bounced from one house to the next. That weekend though my Aunt Rose had her family over from Milan, Italy, and I was able to meet and talk to them about the culture in Italy, which was a  unique experience. The climax of my trip though, was going to Montauk for 4 days with my relatives. My Aunt Deanna, who is the most generous aunt in the whole world, took such good care of me while I was there. We did however, end up staying in a tiny bungalow, where we crammed more people in than we could fit, which was highly uncomfortable. But that could not diminish the fact that we were right across from the ocean, had the most spectacular waves, and made bonfires where we toasted marshmallows and ate gooey smores!

But my fun soon had to come to an end. After two weeks of non stop fun and freedom I was on the plane back to Florida at 11:45 p.m. But I never left. My flight had been delayed since 9:30 p.m., so when we were finally situated on the plane, they did circles around the runway that just wasted more time. Then they brought us back and kept everyone on the plane until at 2:30 a.m., and then had us reschedule our flights. 7 hours spent at the airport; what an interesting story that would make. I chose to stay another week, and come back a day before school started.  I have never done anything so close to the edge before, and it felt amazing. It felt good not to have anything situated for school and just go with the flow. That experience gave me another sense of independence and accomplishment, that I went through all of that and still had a big ol’ smile on my face!

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