Destination: Beach

This week's post comes extremely early because I want readers to critique this blog. This is a paper I wrote for my English class. We were supposed to write about an ordinary experience but look at it in a deeper way.

Finally, that which I had anxiously been waiting for had arrived. Waiting in joyful anticipation for what felt like an eternity, I was now going to participate in the experience of a lifetime. My planned trip to San Diego, California was finally in my view and my hours, days, and months of preparation were about to be put to use. This is something that I had been looking forward to, knowing that it would be a growing and learning experience. The ultimate goal was to get to the beach, that wonderful place in which everything seems perfect, divine even. But I knew that I would have to endure the trials of an eleven hour car ride before I would be found worthy of my destination.
I was plucked from my heavenly home where I had spent the last several months getting ready for this amazing journey and put into a Suburban where I felt as though the breath of life was infused into my soul. This transport was fresh and ready to carry me through this incredible trip. Luckily I didn’t have to make this journey alone. Several friends who I have grown to know and love were there right by my side to accompany me on this sojourn.
My trip began normally; I was naïve and innocent. I didn’t know what to really expect other than emotions ranging from frenzied laughter over sugar-driven comments to extreme boredom, maybe even frustration and impatience. But I was ready for whatever was put in front of my path.
As I traveled down the wide expanse of roadway, I began to experience the challenges that I was taught to expect before I left home. The ups and downs of the roadway were coupled with long stretches of straight temporal ease. I was faced with the constant temptation to leave the road for but a moment of relief. Of course the times arose when I questioned why go any further, why not just stop. Then I would think of what lay ahead and how glorious the result would be. I stayed my course with my mind fixed steadfastly on my supernal goal. Lucky for me I had others to put a smile on my face and to give me the hope that we’d eventually arrive. The scenery and subtle beauties were enough to take my breath away; so much so that the occasional trial seemed inconsequential to my overall adventure.
Eventually, after spending what seemed like forever in the Suburban, I parked it, worn out, tired, and out of gas, in the parking lot to be left until a future time when I would reunite with it. For now though, I held my gaze on the wide expanse of blue that lie before me. It seemed to beckon to me and I gladly answered that beckoning call. Feeling more joy than I ever felt within the Suburban, I ran as fast as I could into the soothing, calm waters of the ocean. As I dove into the warm, welcoming water, I felt as if I had the wings of an angel and was flying into a very familiar realm. The water and waves enveloped me as arms waiting for an overdue embrace. It received my tired and weary soul and invigorated me with exquisite happiness. I never wanted to leave. As I emerged from the paradisiacal waters, I found that my extreme happiness was compounded when I discovered that my friends had made it too. They had paid the price to receive this glorious reward and now we were to all enjoy it together.
As I was in my new surrounding, everything was perfect, divine even. I had a feeling of peace, tranquility, joy, and an overall sense of Home.