We packed up everything we needed for my next graduation party and drove to our vacation house. As we walked through the door, I took my suitcases upstairs to my bedroom and laid them on the bed.
The first thing I did was open my window to let the ocean breeze blow through. I ran down the stairs, get out through the door and nearly collide with my father who was standing at our front seaside house walked back into the house.
The minute my feet hit the sand, all I felt like I was back to my sweet home. Our vacation house was at a beach that of solace here and the environment just like when I was at my favourite seclude place where I usually hang in the Z Park Tropical Garden was back in the city.
