Austin Cowler, My Story

VIII

So Sarasota was interesting... when we first got there we unpacked all of our stuff and stayed home for a bit and later that night we made a homemade vegetable pizza and ate it for dinner. The next day we got up and headed off to a Jon Ringling circus museum. It was better than I expected and it had a lot of interesting stuff like replicas, cannon cars, and giraffe posters.

after that, we went to the movies and then out to dinner, where I ordered vegan pasta. Throughout the rest of the week, I went to an aquarium and a baseball game, I celebrated my brother's birthday, I went to the mall, and I did a bunch of other stuff as well, but that's all besides the point.

The point here is that if i've learned one thing in Sarasota it's that you may feel free away from home, like, able to do whatever you want when ever you want to, but no matter how great the trip, or how expensive the food is, it will never be the same as being at home.

Not the same can mean a lot of things however. You most likely assumed that it meant that nothing can compare to it, as if it was somehow better, but by saying not the same someone can mean that nothing can be as terrible or as lonely as it is at their home, or nothing can compare to how much you desperately revile this horrid place you are forced to call home.

Either way, it's always good to get away and to see more of the world. You may very likely stay in the same state you live in, but just by going to a different city in said state you can (ironically) learn or better realize your own home. On vacation, you can realize how simply shit your home is, or how terrible your family is, or how nice your home may be. regardless, nothing is the same as home, whether it be better or worse than you may imagine.