I remember when I was younger I used to hate traveling, every time my mom went on vacation, I would try my hardest to argue my way out of it. I hated it, no matter where I went I would have to rely on my mom to take me everywhere. I hated it because she never wanted to go where I wanted to go, I would want to go to a pool, she would want to go to Home Goods, and trust me with her, there was no compromise. To me a vacation was not suppose to be spent figuring out ways to decorate my home, it is suppose to be a time to get away from home and experience of period of fun. Its only now that I enjoy my vacations and I guess the reason for this is that I can now travel alone, and experience what I am in the mood for.