college essay
Growing up in a largely metropolitan area, I quickly grew accustomed to, and even began to forget, the sights and sounds of the city. Ambulances, cars honking, and airplanes fly over head. Not to mention the impenetrable smog hanging on the sky line, the lack of stars at night, and..groan..rush hour traffic. After a while, it all becomes just as commonplace as the overwhelming ratio of concrete to landscaping.
It's only when I am given the chance to escape city life that I truly begin to appreciate the convience of it, but more so, realize how much I am missing out on.
Every summer for as long as I can remember, my family and I have retired to our summer home in the sparcely populated Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. In my opinion, there are fewer places on earth more beautiful or peaceful.
We spend our days picking rasberries and bravely facing the freezing water at the lake across the street. The weather is amazing and the air is..gasp..clean. In a town where everyone knows eachother, and their second-cousin's-neice-twice-removed as well, it's a bit of a change from always being surrounded by complete strangers.
Ironically, I feel cultured at times compared to many of my city dwelling friends who have never ridden a horse or had real maple syrup instead of that dumb fake stuff. Even though they have mastered the art telling a genuine coach handbag from a knockoff and are extremely defensive drivers.
I know that all of those abominably long car rides and massive family reunion dinners have in fact molded me a lot into the person I am today. Because you haven't really lived until you've visited the actual Ben & Jerry's factory.
It's only when I am given the chance to escape city life that I truly begin to appreciate the convience of it, but more so, realize how much I am missing out on.
Every summer for as long as I can remember, my family and I have retired to our summer home in the sparcely populated Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. In my opinion, there are fewer places on earth more beautiful or peaceful.
We spend our days picking rasberries and bravely facing the freezing water at the lake across the street. The weather is amazing and the air is..gasp..clean. In a town where everyone knows eachother, and their second-cousin's-neice-twice-removed as well, it's a bit of a change from always being surrounded by complete strangers.
Ironically, I feel cultured at times compared to many of my city dwelling friends who have never ridden a horse or had real maple syrup instead of that dumb fake stuff. Even though they have mastered the art telling a genuine coach handbag from a knockoff and are extremely defensive drivers.
I know that all of those abominably long car rides and massive family reunion dinners have in fact molded me a lot into the person I am today. Because you haven't really lived until you've visited the actual Ben & Jerry's factory.