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Monday, October 17, 2016

My East Coast Vacation

The f only semester had safe ended, on a crude Saturday, Father, Mother, Sabir and I were at millennium park interacting with nature; a traditional way of disbursement the weekend in my family. My public address system and I were playing association football against Mom and Sabir. My father make us a rage; he whispered into my ear, We argon going on a vacation this holiday. We were in supreme excitement and surprise, in truth intelligent and excited. That was an opportunity we had long waited for, and here it was.\nVacations were in high contain and expensive that time of the year. The fever of vacation was rising, reality TV shows showing how vacation was, oddly a group vacation. Although these vacations are strictly for the upper class, we were compe cardinalt to afford one. Sabir had earlier contacted a variety of companies that organize vacations of variant budgets and duration, unfortunately all of them we alter and most of them had a wait list that we did not trust to join. Our quest for vacation began to overstep day by day, until I came up with an idea, a self-organized vacation. I planned all the places and age we were going to spend in each city, including the cost. My father was rattling impressed with the outcome of my work. I planned spending ten days on the vacation, see New York, Washington D.C., capital of Indiana and Los Angeles, costing some thousands of dollars.The cash in hand were allocated to transport, adaptation, feeding and shopping. On the twenty-fourth of January 2014 we went to downtown Houston to buy our tickets. as luck would have it for us we met and old family relay link that lives in New York. We were very happy, we told him about our trip and he even offered us accommodation when we arrive New York. We transfer contacts and left home with the tickets for a first flight the adjacent morning.\nOn the 24th of declination 2014, Aunty Ejim arrived home early. We all were busy putting our baggage togethe r, very excited and happy, and everyone was exhausting his best clothes. We were ...

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