The first trip I ever took outside Michigan was in Clearwater Beach, Florida. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was on my spring break from high school. I was so excited to finally leave the state and embark on an adventure with a few of my close friends.
As soon as we landed I knew it was completely different from Michigan. The palm trees were amazing! When we finally got to the beach, I was so happy to finally see the ocean. I quickly ran in to get a feel for the water. I knew that from that point, I had to live somewhere where there was a beach. The view, the feel, the smell, everything about the beach was incredible. We spent everyday on the beach since our hotel was right by the water. I never wanted to be inside, Clearwater Beach was too nice to not take advantage of. Sadly, we were only there for a week and the week flew by and before I knew it, it was time to head back home. I ended up bringing the sunshine back with me and I was already missing the ocean. I knew in my mind that it wasn't going to be the last time I visited Florida.
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