My Dream Vacation (Current and Future)

“Lying underneath those stormy skies…she said oh, I know the sun must set to rise.

This could be para-, para-, paradise”

–  Coldplay, “Paradise”


I’d like to congratulate myself on having the longest hiatus from my blog ever—one week and two days—and my daily views never once dropped to zero. They almost got there, but not quite.

Luckily, I have a good excuse for my absence: I’m on vacation! Specifically, Senior Week, or a modified version of it anyway.

For anyone unfamiliar, the standard version of senior week involves a bunch of newly graduated teenagers piling into a car, driving to the nearest large beach, then spending a week getting drunk, going to clubs, and basically just doing whatever they want because they don’t need to listen to parents anymore, and now that they’re done with high school they’re the smartest people in the world.

I picked a different set of activities.

Instead of going to the major local hotspot for senior week, seven friends and I pooled our money together, rented a five-bedroom beach house a good distance from our homes, and we all drove up there to stay there for a week. We arrived this past Saturday. Our activities this week included running around on the beach, taking pictures (good and terrible), going out to dinner a few nights, seeing some new movies, re-watching old ones, taking a trip to a huge mall nearby, and walking around the boardwalk at night, which is both exciting and beautiful.

We’re wild cards, I know.

At one point yesterday, the four guys of our group were trying to sneak into the girls’ room to steal some of their stuff. The girls kicked us out by the literal definition, and we spent a solid half an hour devising a lock pick while they filled up water guns in the bathroom to blast us with. This was on the second floor, and at one point, I stumbled back against the balcony railing. I commented on how much it would suck to fall of the rail onto the glass coffee table below, to which my friend replied, “I feel like that would be considered normal at most other senior weeks.”

We made a few more jokes about hanging off the ceiling fan. But the point is, this is what I love about my friends, and about spending time with them. Because instead of getting drunk or whatever, we just make fun of the people who do. I can’t tell you how hilarious it’s been waking up every morning and taking turns at the breakfast table reading aloud drunk Tweets from our classmates.

But anyway. That isn’t the point of this post. My post today is just outlining what my dream vacation is currently and what it probably will be in the future, when I’m all grown up.

I’m eighteen years old, and I just graduated high school. As it is, my current dream vacation involves hanging out with my friends, obviously. I’m also not ashamed to admit my dream vacation involves leaving my house and being parent-free. Honestly, the best way I can think to relax is to go with all my friends to somewhere quiet, or else with exciting stuff to do. Just as long as I don’t have to worry about taking care of anything (like blogging, for example).

By that definition, I’m on my dream vacation right now. My seven awesome friends, including my girlfriend, are all here and we’re all hanging out in a fun but not-illegal way. We’ve seen the beach, watched movies together, had a dance party along the ocean, made fun of each other constantly, played a massive card game in a restaurant when they took forever with our food, and gone swimming at 3 AM (did I mention we have a giant, personal in-ground pool in our house’s back yard?) Our entire group was on the local news when we were interviewed about the upcoming storms, which was cool. I also got to take a midnight walk to the beach with my girlfriend, which was definitely one of the many highlights. And to top off my last day today, we have a tornado watch! Most people would hate that, but for me it’s fun as well as the ultimate version of rain, which I love.

In short: I’m living my dream vacation right now. If this could last for another few months, that’d be awesome.

Now, next up: what will my dream vacation be like in twenty years, or something?

I’m not sure. Knowing me, it’ll be the same exact thing it is now: running around with my friends and acting like little kids. Except this time, it probably won’t be possible. I might have a family, or my friends might, anyway.

In any case, I think what I’d want most in the world would be to go somewhere quiet and pretty, like here. Maybe even do some writing. Heck, maybe I’ll be a published author and I can rent out this same awesome beach house to finish one of my books.

I can dream, can’t I?