Personal Narrative-My Summer Trip To California

“RING!” “RING!” “RING!” I reach over and slap the snooze on the alarm clock set to 4 a.m that morning. Although, instead of normally falling back to sleep, I roll over and plummet down onto the floor as a way from tempting myself to stay wrapped in my cozy sheets. It was a hot summer morning in Dodge City Kansas, my hometown. The day my Aunt Marie, my sister Marlene, and I, go on a late, spontaneous summer vacation trip to California. The sweltering season was eventually coming to an end, and we had spend our whole vacation (and our whole lives) in this unimaginably boring place, Dodge City. It was indeed time for a change of scenery, and even if it was an extemporaneous, last minute decision, we were by far ready to experience a different terrain. Opening my eyes was the first challenge that day; typically you would have to pry open my eyes with a crowbar in order to effectively wake me up, especially this early. I awoke to unsurprisingly tangled hair that resembled an unsettled birds nest, smeared eyeliner with black streaks all across my face, and an oversized …show more content…
I would have never imagined so many people in one place, it made it hard to hear the natural noises of the waves. Noticing that the murky waters were not even turquoise upset me beyond belief. They were barely even blue. I saunter towards the waters, squat down, cup my hands and place them gently on the shore for the tide to pull up. I scoop up some water and take a small sip. The water was salty, the only thing that matched up with my apparently, unrealistic vision of the ocean. The amount of devastation that filled my soul, the annoying pigeons gnawing away at my aunt's straw hat, the fact that my sister forgot to put on sunscreen and is now as bright as a tomato are all signs of L.A. telling us country folks we don’t belong here. The homesickness was truly overwhelming at this