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ON ROUTE TO POWELL RIVER, I had a feeling of nausea in my stomach. I have spent all of my summer break at my family's beach house for as long as I remember, and each summer holds memories that are unforgettable. But the feeling I had deep in my stomach causes me to think differently of what summer has in store for me this year.
As we drive past main street to get to our house, I see glimpse of new established cafés and boutiques. Every year, the town gets larger in size and population. It saddens me how this little gem of a town is beginning to be discovered by many. It's a selfish thought but it's also acceptable as my family basically established a place here before it was reincorporated as a city. Powell River will always be a town in my heart.
I smile to myself as I finally see the welcoming gates to the beachside community at the distance. For some odd reason, the drive from Edmonton to Powell River this time around was much much boring than every other summer. I hear my parents talking, something about the new fencing, neighbours and dead front lawns.
I look down on my phone for one second when my father says, "Would you look at that!" in a very enthusiastic tone which causes me to look out the window.
The once tan beach house that sat beside ours is now a shining pearly white. The old rickety fence that surrounded the house is now short and white, revealing the freshly watered front lawn and the beautiful peonies that grew on it. It was completely renovated and I could hardly even tell that if it was the same house that stood there before.
"New neighbours?" my mother pipes in as we pull up in our drive way, "Oh how exciting. It's crazy how fast that house was sold and renovated. I thought it was going to be up for sale for a very very long time." She was not wrong. The old couple that lived there before were the grumpiest people I've ever met. I started to believe they had some dark vendetta against teenagers as every time my group of friends walk past their house, they would yell at us. They were decent people around adults, including my parents. My dad would fix up their boat once in a while and my mother would have tea with the old lady.
I finally opened the car door, stepped out, and closed my eyes, soaking in the atmosphere.
Without thinking about anything else, I ran past my backyard and ran to the beach. I took my Birkenstocks off, letting the sand get in between my toes. This was it. I am finally at my happy place. I lay down on my back, feeling the warmth of the sand against my body. Once again, I close my eyes for a few seconds.
I don't know how long I had my eyes closed for, all I knew was that my peace and quiet was disturbed by water being poured down my face.
