I grew up in Ireland and from a really young age i always wanted to move to a different country. My parents always asked why as they didn't see anything wrong, which it wasn't the worst place to grow up but i didn't like it much and always had a longing to go somewhere else in the world.

I came to Mexico in December and even though it's totally different to where i lived before, I got used to it so fast, more then i ever got use to Ireland. The hardest thing is the language barrier and being so far away from my family.I know I want to travel a lot in my life but I do question if i'm doing the right thing, because even though i'm a phone call away i'm not close if they need me, like i'm being a bad brother/son.

I miss them immensely and i worry about if something was to happen and i'm not there but I know I can't let worries stop me from doing what makes me happy and that i can't always please everyone.

Sorry for such a long reply, I love this post and feel like i can really relate.