My earliest memories of holidays are from when I was about eight. We lived in Pennsylvania, and every year we'd visit Miami.
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Some of my fondest memories are holidays by the seaside.
I was actually born in Miami. We would spend the summers there growing up, so it's like my second home.
The best holiday I ever had was the first one I went on without my parents, when I was 17.
I've got two young children, so holidays are not the same as they used to be. There are now two types: family holidays and holidays you need from that holiday.
It's funny what memory does, isn't it? My favorite holiday tradition might not have happened more than once or twice. But because it is such a good memory, so encapsulating of everything I love about the holidays, in my mind it happened every year. Without fail.
Since I'm always working, my best holiday memories are definitely when I can just go home and spend time with my family.
I remember being so homesick and realizing that where I came from was not something that existed in the cultural imagination outside the city. People used to think Miami was just partying in South Beach all the time.
Like all kids with divorced parents, I have an abundance of holidays.
Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.
When I was 13, my family moved from a suburb of New York City to Miami, Florida, and we moved there the Friday before Labor Day weekend.