The place I call home

The place I call home is a small place. A place where millions of people come every year to find nature, the ocean and memories to always remember. This place I call home is beautiful and breathtaking. Still, I feel trapped in here.

I was born 30 minutes away from here in an Island called Cozumel, which has the second largest coral reef in the world. It truly is gorgeous and out of this world. Still, I felt trapped there.
 

I’ve come to realize no matter where I am, my own jail is inside me. It comes from my negative thoughts, and my sense of not being good enough, of this place not being good enough.

Honestly, this place is the best place in all Mexico. There are way more positive things about it than negative things, but I choose to focus on all the negatives and that is taking away from my happiness.

Even though I dream of living somewhere else and even though I will live somewhere else. If I don’t love this place first I’ll never love any other place, and I’ll keep feeling trapped.

My new home will never be good enough and I will focus on all the negative aspects of it If I don’t realize that, what’s holding me back from appreciating the beauty of my home, is all in my head.

It’s always easier said than done, but I encourage all of you who feel trapped just like I do to make the best out of whatever it is that makes your hometown special, and to cherish it. Because that’s the only way you will be able to enjoy living there and anywhere else in the world.