The place where I feel the most at home – the central trend

How would you define at home?

Some would say the house in which they live, others would even say that their home is a person. My home is still a place, but it is not the house in which I live. I define at home as Charlevoix, Michigan. I went to Charlevoix every summer as long as I can remember. It has always been a place for me to relax and clarify my mind. The one week I am there is always the best week of summer. I can be there with my family and there are so many things to do. It really helped me find out who I am.

A tradition that I have always done is at the end of the week, during the Venetian festival we get Taffy. It may sound strange, but it is something that I have always looked forward to. We go to a shop called called The Taffy Fass, And my siblings and I fill our buckets to eat later while we watch the fireworks light up the sky.

The festival trips have always been fun, but it always seemed to be the only person they wanted to ride. I didn't care. I made everyone on them anyway. Everything from the baby rides where she in a strawberry, the ferris wheel, to my favorite trip from everyone: the zipper. I discovered the zipper in Charlevoix, and now it's the trip that I look forward to at a festival or trade fair.

A new tradition that my family and I have picked up in recent years. I used to be afraid, and when the idea came in a 5 km register for the first time, I was very against it. I thought it would be absolutely terrible. But then I got dressed, tied my running shoes and put my hair in a ponytail. Suddenly I felt how the adrenaline entered; He wants to run. What was strange because I was never wanted to run for a day in my life. The horn blew and people started.

I started running. As I ran, I looked around and took everything into it because I realized that I ran and explored the city that I loved most. I realized that I felt free. After a while I got tired and wanted to stop, but I continued. I wanted the reward to end this race. It didn't matter whether I got the last place at all or not. The feeling of walking through the last route and seeing everyone on the edge that you cheer on is absolutely unsurpassed. When I broke through the finish line, I wanted to die, but I had fun and could find something I love. After my first 5 km I started running at home. Charlevoix gave me a new passion, and that is part of the reason why I love it so much.

All of my Charlevoix traditions are amazing, but my favorite ever will be the crepes forever. It may sound strange because crepes are everywhere, but it was different. Charlevoix was the first place where I discovered crepes, and also the place where I had my first cup of coffee. My family and I always had a special morning when we woke up and won crepes and ice coffee while we enjoyed the morning in the whole city. My order has always been the cinnamon and sugar clep of caramel ice coffee. We have always set this traditional breakfast with the Charlevoix Memorial Drawbridge, a bridge that can rise every thirty minutes for by -driving boats.

The thing is, not all traditions can stay the same. Instead of going with my family in recent years, we have announced other people. My sister let her friend come first, and last year I was able to bring my best friend. My crepe order has always been the same, but last year I decided to try a Nutella Banana -Krepp instead of cinnamon sugar. It was still cute, just not exactly as before. The change in traditions does not have to be bad, it can be amazing and sometimes make things better. When I brought my best friend, the trip made even more funnier and unforgettable than before, and we could get closer after this trip. Charlevoix will always be my favorite city; It will always change constantly. It will always be the place I can call at home.