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the night before I have a pretty good idea of where my love for travel originated and it really isn't that surprising. After my immediate family left for church, I stayed behind to listen to my grandpa tell stories of some of the trips that he and my grandma have taken over the years. For as long as I can remember they go somewhere every year and each time that they go, they drive. Maybe this is a holdover from the whole family vacation craze of the nineteen fifties, where they piled my dad and his siblings into a station wagon for week long adventures. Years later my dad continued the tradition with my siblings and myself. It seems that my parents aren't going to let my sister Hope slide into sloth when she returns home from the army. They are trying to get her into college in the spring. I had thought that she might have to wait until the fall, but they are trying as hard as they can for next semester. It may even be as early as January twenty-sixth, the day after her twentieth birthday. I guess from my point of view, this is a good thing. She probably still needs some time before her and the real world meet head on. Even Hope admitted to me that the Army is just as sheltered if not more so than the world of college. With my latest issue of the New Yorker to distract me, being at work on Christmas Eve didn't feel any different than any other night. Perhaps it was a little more peaceful than usual, but it wasn't as though I was missing anything by being there. I had some time with my family earlier in the night and in the morning I would head out for the opening of presents on Christmas day.
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