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“Wake up. Our plane takes off at 6.” These were the first words I heard on December 14, 2007. As I remembered we were going to Florida, I hopped out of bed and threw on some clothes. I slept threw both plane rides and when I woke up we had landed in Florida. I unbuttoned my winter coat as I stared at the bright blue sky and felt the warmth of the sun through the plane window. Once out of the airplane, I took a deep breath in, and humid, thick air filled my lungs; I looked up at a palm tree and saw a bright green bird looking right back at me.
I believe nowhere is like home. I’ve lived in Sturgis, South Dakota my whole life. The biggest city I had been to at the time was Rapid City. When I was four, my family took a trip to Florida, I went to Disney World, SeaWorld and the beach for the first time although, I don’t remember a lot about Disney. I remember stepping out of the airport and seeing taxis and huge tourist busses for the first time. I remember thinking how easy it would be to get lost in the swarms of people in every direction. We stayed on a hotel at Disney so we didn’t have to rent a car everyday, just the days we went to the beach.
When we went to SeaWorld my mom insisted on paying for the “Splash Zone” seats, we also got over-priced ponchos because
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When the plane landed and we got out of the airport it was snowing and I remember seeing my breath in the cold air for the first time in a week and a half. As soon as I got home, I threw myself onto my bed and dozed off. I realized that as fun as Florida is, I still would pick cold over humidity anyday. Most people think that South Dakota is just flat lands and crops, but there’s so much more to it. My favorite part of Sturgis is the variety of people that come from all over the US, and sometimes other countries. I hate the Eastern side of the state, there’s nothing to do and you can’t go for hikes or go cliff
Each person has a place that calls to them, a house, plot of land, town, a place that one can call home. It fundamentally changes a person, becoming a part of who they are. The old summer cabins, the bedroom that was always comfortable, the library that always had a good book ready. The places that inspire a sense of nostalgic happiness, a place where nothing can go wrong.
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
What comes to mind when you hear the word adventure!!? Well there is a place in Florida that is guaranteed to bring out your inner kid every time you visit. This place is known as universal Orlando Florida. This is a place where you can go on vacation and have fun like never before as you did when you were a kid. On my visit to Orlando I stated at a four-star resort located inside the theme park known as Cabana Bay Beach Resort, also went to universal studios and islands of adventure were I felt like I was a kid again.
The longest I’ve ever lived in one place was the nine years that my family and I lived in
When I was 7 years, I moved from my home in Australia to the other side of the planet to Dallas Texas. When I heard that I was moving, I felt a wave of despair wipe over me. As Taylor says “I have never in my own memory been outside of Kentucky” (Kingsolver 12). This was the same for me since I had never been
This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise to the Bahamas. We had just docked at the second port, Nassau, and were preparing to exit the gigantic ship named the Carnival Fantasy. Once we got to the city, I noticed it was bustling with people of all different backgrounds and cultures. The roads were narrow and some even hilly. I remember coming to the conclusion that a lot of people in the Bahamas must have road rage what from the blaring car horns I could hear around every corner. My family and I were walking along the sidewalk, glancing into shops as we passed them. The weather was unbearably hot, but growing up in South Carolina allowed my family and I to push onward with our adventure. The sun burn on my back started to pulsate in pain any time the sunlight hit it, so we decided to stick to the side of the buildings that provided shade.
The day of my grandparents had told me they have been wanting to go to the Florida Keys and asked if I would like to join. So of course i wanted to go. Oh and when they told me i could bring a friend along i was jumping with happiness inside. They told me we would be going for a couple weeks and they had all expenses covered. So that day I started talking to Jamie and asking her when she would be back, because at that time she was in Florida visiting family. She had told me she would be back . So i asked her is she would like to join me and take a trip to the Keys with me. I could tell she was so excited when i asked her because she texted me back all in caps and said “CALL ME”. So i called her to let her know all of the details. So she ended up getting back .So when she got back from Florida we went to Walmart and bought a lot of
We started our travels down in Columbus Ohio. The week leading up to the big move we spent at Deer Creek State park, for a family reunion, where my dad and step mom, had the chance to see everyone again, before the journey began. Over all we had taken nine days to get to our destination. First stop, Saint Louis, Missouri, we stopped to see the Gateway Arch. It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be, so of course I was pretty amazed. The first few days were our longest driving days, but sense we broke up the days, our longest day was eight hours. The second day was the worst, Oklahoma is so boring to drive through, and nothing but flat crop farms, and wind turbines everywhere you look. We drove till we got about seventy five miles from the boarder of New Mexico, And Oklahoma. We got up early and began a shorter dive to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where we went to Petroglyph National Monument, yeah it was interesting, but after you see a few hundred, they all start to look the same. The next morning we took a beautiful hike and took many pictures to capture the moment. Other than getting there, my favorite part of the trip, was Arizona, where we stayed four days in Flagstaff, one day in Holbrook, and one day in Phoenix. I wouldn’t mind if I lived in Arizona, it’s a very beautiful state. My family and I stopped by the Petrified Forest National Park, and I
I stepped of the plane at McCarren Airport with a huge grin on my face. I walked to the baggage claim like a little kid walks into Disneyland, with a look of excitement and a pep in my step. With a suitcase in hand and a foot out the door I could feel the lick of the dry desert air on my skin. I saw my mother waiting for me at passenger pickup with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face and that’s when I knew I was home. Being so far from home for college was taking a toll on me, I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t know anyone at Texas State, and I was being suffocated by the swamp like humidity that enveloped San Marcos.
home there. Home is more than just four walls and a roof and to feel
Maturing in Northeast Florida, religion substantially impacted my life. I learned everyone was equal and deserved to be treated so. Conversely, I learned only heterosexual relationships were accepted into the Kingdom of God and discrimination toward homosexual individuals was present. As I advanced through my adolescent years, I discovered I was unique from my male peers; I felt attracted to my female and male classmates. With my knowledge of the discrimination and non-existing acceptance of homosexuality, at age fourteen, I faced my greatest challenge. To be a Christian, I felt I must repress my feelings toward males and to not be my true self. Throughout middle school, I strongly struggled internally and externally with my sexuality. Internally,
When I was a kid we used to move around more than we actually stayed somewhere. Everywhere we went the first thing to come in was usually a couch, maybe a bed or a tv. But the moment we moved in the dining room table and had our first official meal with everybody I felt at home, it didn't matter how long we were going to stay. If we had a dining room table it was a home.
The place where I would like to call me second home is located all the way down in Savanna Georgia. I can remember way back about nine years ago in the summer of 2008. The plane ride was a long and hot, and I spent the whole ride playing on my PSP. When I got off the plane I remembered walking through the freezing cold Savanna International Airport seeing all the flags of different countries hanging from the ceiling, but then taking one step out of the airport front doors looking for the car services that was rented and feeling the crushing 100°F heat and deathly humidity. But it is all worth the painful heat to spend time in the beautiful city.
In my life, there are many places that hold a special memory or my favorite place to go. A few years ago, I left California and moved to Michigan. California is my favorite place to be. Every summer since I have moved, I always go back to San Diego. My family and friends are there!
“Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends (Robot check).” A place becomes a home for me when I am around all the things that I enjoy and love. For example, when I am around everyone that I love, I enjoy a peaceful environment and the beautiful landscapes around me. The interpretation of home for me is not a physical thing that I see or that I can remember or even certain thoughts that I can relate, but it is a sensation that overcomes me when I envision being in the comfort of my own home. However, I know that this is a feeling that is calming to my soul and it quietly reassures me that I genuinely belong in a place where I can be free from people constantly judging me.