I remember waking up bright and early on a May morning to make the long 550 mile journey to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Just me and my boyfriend on our way to see my large, loud, Italian family, and I can not forget my mother, whom I hadn't seen in six months. At this point, nothing could have made me more excited about this trip. On the drive down, my phone rang; it was my father telling me that my great grandparents were able to make it for the trip and were flying down from Buffalo, New York the next day. Needless to say, I could not get to the cabin quick enough. The anxiety of seeing everyone continued to build while on the long, uneventful car ride, but the excitement of seeing my grandpa overcame all of that.
When we arrived, we were immediately greeted by 30 family members. I could not get past the initial shock of how beautiful the mountains and our cabin were. On the inside and out, the cabin was made of the prettiest and most unique logs, I had ever seen. However, the colossal mountains and the breathtaking view was what really stole my attention. After an hour of introductions and hugs, we all had my dad's famous spaghetti and meatballs and awaited the arrival of my great grandparents. I was so happy that I got to spend a week, including my birthday, with my amazing family.
Like any vacation, the time flew by with days full of shopping and enjoying the scenic mountain views, and with nights full of cherishing each others company and good drinks. With such little time, we did everything we possibly could. Before I knew it, it was time for the birthday celebration which was filled with endless laughter and cheer. I can still smell the Old Bay seasoning steaming off of the crawfish and shrimp. The only thing that could have made it better was for the party to have lasted longer.
The next day was when people started leaving to head back to reality. All of my younger cousins were headed back to school and their parents back to work. The whole day was...
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