I was sixteen years old when I first saw the ocean in person after completing my first commercial airplane ride ever, destination New York. This family vacation was the trip that changed my sister and I from enemies to best friends. Later the same year, we both would see our first palm tree together in San Diego, CA. Flash forward more than a decade and now I live blocks away from the Pacific. I’m glad we took as few vacations as we did growing up because I would like to think we have a unique appreciation for them now. Now she has her own family and they came to visit us this weekend. The nephews can now say the first time they saw the ocean was when they were 3 & 1. Spending time with them is definitely a priority.