A Home That Isn't Home - My Family Travels

My family has always been the type people to get up and go when it comes to vacations.  We spend weeks upon weeks of planning for those one or two weeks of vacation.  Some of my best memories are from the wild and crazy adventures my family goes on.  Out of all of the places I have been my favorite has been our annual trip down to Kentucky Lake.  For one week my family meets up with my mom’s side of the family at a little lake house where we spend a week basking in the sun, plunging in the cool lake, or catching fish right off the dock.  No matter how many times we are there it always feels like the first time.

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After the many hours of driving my family finally arrives at the secluded house on Honey Bee Lane which is located on part of the lake called Jonathan Creek.  The trees are taller than any I have seen with my own eyes.  The leaves are high up enough so we can see the beauty of the calm lake.  The lake is only disturbed by the occasional boat, its wake making ripples upon the smooth surface.  After this first sight, I finally realize I’m home once more.  Hugs are shared as we greet each member of the long tradition.  After the unpacking and settling down each of the five kids quickly change into our swimming suits and stampede down to the lake. 

It has always seemed a challenge to every kid there to see how far we can swim from the dock without getting scared or being caught.  Each year we get further and further.  My sister and I always joke about swimming across the lake one day.  The water is always murky so we can only see a few inches down.  It used to scare me to think of what could be down there and I would not even know, but I always take the risk anyway.

At night the family dinner is always filled with stories, laughs, and sometimes even chaos.  Once my cousin even had to walk outside and around the house to get back to the kitchen for more food.  The kids sit at one table and the adults at the other.  I never pay much attention to the adult’s conversations but I know that our conversations always turn out to be random and funny.

At least one time a week my dad will cut up all of the big fish the guys have caught, which is not very much usually, and fry them.  The men spend hours on the dock trying to catch the big catfish that supposedly dwell in the lake.  Sometimes they are lucky but other times they come back empty handed.  That never seems to crush their spirits, though, because they are right back at it the next morning. There are many activities that my family does during our time in Kentucky Lake.  Some are fun to some of us but to others they are just a waste of time.  There are so many personalities that I sometimes wonder why we never fight.  I’ve come to realize that some people think that going on a vacation is going somewhere new but they’re wrong.  A vacation is something that allows you to spend time with family and loved ones.  It gives you something that you sometimes cannot find at home. Going to Kentucky Lake has given me a second home.  Somewhere that I can look forward to going; somewhere that I can call my home without being at my home.

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