Technically speaking, my home is in the city Miami within the state of Florida, which is apart of the United States of America. But home doesn’t necessarily have to be the place where you live.
To me home is not the place where your possessions lie, but where your soul lies. A place where all slows down and a person can just be. My home is 133 miles off the coast of Florida, a little island within the cluster named Berry Islands. I may not own even the slightest piece of property or know every single native on the island but what I do know is that that island is where I feel the most at peace and simultaneously alive.
Crystal clear waters and beautiful beaches are what first made me fall in love with this island. I step outside my house to the gorgeous Sugar Beach and goose bumps fill my body every time as the thoughts roll through my mind, “am I really in paradise right now?” But as I got to know the island and its people, the most beautiful characteristic it obtains is simplicity. The people seem to always be so friendly and full of joy even if they don’t have a nice car or a big house. It’s quite inspirational actually; it gets you to think that there is more to life than the latest car or new iPhone or what picture you post on Instagram. And ever since my first trip to this glimpse of perfection in the summer of 2013, that attitude has been with me everyday. When I’m there I am most happy and when I’m not I miss it terribly.
My home may not be the most advanced in the world, it may only be 7 miles long and 2.5 miles at the widest point and may seem broken to many people but in my eyes, it is complete bliss.
My home is Great Harbour Cay.