My favorite place: Florida | My Family Travels
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The warm sand beneath my feet, the hot sun touching my skin, the sound of the waves behind me. I stop to take it all in. Its my favorite place in the world, its a place I can relax, become closer with my family, and find myself again.

My family and I take a trip to Florida once a year since my brother and Uncle live there. Its always nice staying with them and becoming closer with them each time we go. Its the same each year, we make arrangements for work and car rides while we’re gone, we get everything packed, buy tickets, and make reservations. Before we know it, it’s the day before we leave and we are all running around anxiously making sure we haven’t left anything out. We barely even sleep that night, tossing and turning for hours. Finally I hear the alarms load ding, ding, ding, and it’s time to go!

Every year we go we do the same kind of stuff, once the plane lands my brother is there to pick us up. We go back to the house, get unpacked, go to the beach, and go out to dinner. There were a few times were we would go to Universal Studios and rides all the rides, or go on tours, see all the attractions, and go to different malls, the same stuff anyone does on every vacation. No matter what we do I always have fun and leave with plenty of pictures and memories. But this last summer that we went was different, it changed me.

I was so ready to leave Kansas and away from everything going on here. I think it was just that time in my life that every other teenager goes through. I was stressed with trying to find a job, and a car, I was going through a lot of different problems with friends and my boyfriend. I really needed to get away from it all.

Whenever we finally left this place and got to Florida it felt like every other time. After the first day I started to relax and started having for fun, and opened up more. This time while we were there we didnt go out to dinner a lot or go on any tours, we just went to the beach and spent time a lot of time being close together. That was the closest I have felt with my family in a long time. I stopped worrying about things at home and put my family first. I forgot about everything and lived in the moment. It was nice being able to laugh with family. My Uncle taught me how to surf (which was not easy). I helped my brother with things around the house and learned how to drive a stick shift in the middle of the night. I learned that it’s the little things that count and family comes first.

It was the end of the week before I knew it and that ment it was time to go back home. I didnt want to leave, but no one ever does. It was hard saying goodbye, but i knew that I wasnt saying goodbye for forever. On the plane ride home I was thinking to myself about our trip and how it had changed me for the best. I learned a lot about myself. From then on I knew to think of myself and my family first and to let the little things go. I knew to not let the unimportant things overwhelm me. I thank my family and my favorite place in the world for helping me find myself again.

 

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