atlanta,georgia.

As soon as I stepped off of the plane, I felt nothing but sun and humidity.You would have thought it was early June but it was mid-December.My aunt Natalie assured me that I would adjust to the warm weather.Maybe she forgot we were only spending Christmas break in Atlanta.During the car ride to my aunt and uncle's home from the airport, the adults decided to catch up on old times and talk.I sat in the back seat with my head resting against the window.I usuallly don't like long rides because of my tendency to get car sick.The leather on the side of the seats were very warm from the southern sun beaming on them.I stared out the window at all the things we were passing by.All of the homes were different,yet they had distinct similarities such as the way the flowers were neatly arranged in rows or the way the rocking chairs sat on the porches.If you stared hard enough,you could see them rocking from a small swift blow from the wind.As I continued to look around I noticed many fraternities which only meant we were coming up on some colleges.I saw so many of them and the atmosphere was so real and decent as if it was truly a brotherhood or sisterhood among these men and women.For a minute I forgot we were even riding but instead I felt like I was on tour of this particular small-town.I began getting lost in my thoughts and then soon enough we reached our destination.We got out of the car and my eyes went directly to the two large white doors with maroon bordering the windows.There was a scent of candles that I remember my mother always had around our home when I was around the age of five. Georgia just gave me a nostalgic feel on so many levels.The house where I would be spending the next couple of days was so big.There was a pool in the backyard with everything so neatly arranged.It was obvious that no children ran around this household.My uncle began to boast and brag about how he built the whole thing from the ground with no help.At this point I was very hungry and I was happy the food was already prepared.Everything was set out as if was Thanksgiving.Thinking to myself I felt bad that I complained about spending time with my family for about a week. Especially when I realized how they planned our arrival, and how happy they were to spend time with us once out of a whole year.We enjoyed dinner and then decided to go out.Of course since we were in Atlanta,it was only right that we go skating at Cascade.I was really enjoying myself even though my brother kept trying to make me fall.People kept asking me to speak so they could try to imitate what they called an accent.I didn't think too much of it.When we got back to the house,I started thinking about home even though I wsa having so much fun.Days began to go by and it got closer and closer to the time to go back home.During my stay in Atlanta I realized that whether you wanted to go there or not,or even if you never been before it does not matter because you will feel so much like you are at home. You are welcomed by nice people who treat you like family and you taste some of the best food you ever did in your whole life! I started to pack my clothes and prepare for the flight.We arrived at the airport and watched as a small group of our family waved goodbye.They gave us food to take back home and said that we better come back soon.It just hit me that I was actually leaving that humid air and being welcomed as an outsider.I analyzed everything I had done as I rode home.Finally I got back to Philadelphia,Pennsylvania where we all somewhat speak the same and it actually feels like December.I couldn't wait to tell everyone about the trip I would not forget to Atlanta,Georgia.