I used to think that I wanted to live on an island, or at least somewhere tropical. It would be so amazing, never having to deal with cold weather or snow or slippery sidewalks.
So I tried it out. I worked in Mexico for nine months. I went to school in Nice, France for a summer. And for the last five years, I spent at least three weeks and as long as six every winter living on an island.
What did I discover? There’s no place like home.
It’s one thing to stay in a hotel or in a resort during a vacation, but that isn’t what actually living somewhere is like.
When you are staying in a condo and cooking your own food and having to fend for yourself, it isn’t nearly as romantic or wonderful as you might think.
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