Home is where the Beach is
Swaying palm trees, white sand as far as the eye can see, and a blue ocean starching out across the horizon. These are the things I think of when I think of home, down south in Miami. The beach was a place where I could go whenever I wanted, and it would always look gorgeous (unless, of course, you ran into a pale tourist wearing a Speedo). I consider the beach my home just as much as I consider my old house my home. The beach isn’t the only reason why I call Miami my home. I left behind a lot of friends which I would deem family members because we spent so much time together and shared so much. These friends meant a lot to me, and they made Miami that much better. Another thing that I love about Miami is the extremely diverse cultures that were always available to me. I haven’t been able to find anything like that in Atlanta so far, and I don’t believe I will be able to find diversity like that anywhere else in the world.
I believe that I am a very lucky person. Many families across the U.S. plan trips solely around going to the beach. I had the beach 5 minutes from my house. I could wake up one day and decide to go to the beach without any second thoughts. I also got the beach all year long, because in Miami, there is only one season, and that is summer. As you would imagine, I spent a lot of time at the beach. Going to the beach after school some days was not strange down in Miami. The beach is a part of my home to me. If I ever had a bad day, I could just jump in my car and drive on over to the beach and lie there for hours. The sound of the ocean hitting the sand is incredibly soothing. The warm summer sun could melt away any problems I ran into. I found the beach more relaxing and soothing than my room in my house. As relaxing as the beach was, it was also the place where I could find the most fun. From sand volleyball to beach football to barbeques, it was the place to be with friends.
My friends are all in Miami, doing...