I have many friends who grew up vacationing on the slopes or in tents with their families, but mine always headed towards warmer climate. Vacation to me means white beaches, clear water, and lots of lounging as a result. And until high school, I experienced all of it. Each year, my parents, my brother, my sister, and I spent at least 4 winter days in Florida, the Bahamas, Mexico, or Puerto Rico. We often went to hotels or resorts, though a few times we went on cruises too. Either way, it was such a treat to come back to snowy New York with a tan. Then I got a job (my first at CVS), and have since missed every single one of these family vacations.
I thought I didn't care. Not until I spent some quality time with the beach and ocean while freelancing in Central America did I realize how sadly odd it was to not have my family nearby. Thankfully, that is going to change soon. This New Year's, in honor of my mom's 50th birthday (she was born on January 2nd), I will be celebrating with my family in Cancún, Mexico. Oh. Yes. I can hardly wait.
Just so you know, this post was inspired by the 6 Weeks of Bliss Challenge.
