Can Home Ever Feel As Good As Traveling Does?

Hello from Mexico City, where I'm thinking about how to live my life more fully.

It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve posted, because I’ve been swamped with retreat planning, wedding planning, and traveling. When I left LA I was stressed and exhausted. My depression and anxiety were stopping by for a big ol’ hello!

My first three days in Mexico City brought me back to life. This is ironic, because I’m writing this while my friend Rose has horrific food poisoning, and I have mild version of it. I’ve spent my day running to pharmacies to get her prescriptions, holding her hair back while she vomits, and playing with her adorable dog Chili while also being sick myself. But not even a couple rotten days at the end of my trip can detract from the magical week it’s been in Mexico.

Exploring this city has made me feel alive, rejuvenated, and most importantly reminded me what I value in life.

When I stay in LA for too long, I suddenly start wondering if I’m cool and successful enough, when I’ll be able to afford a house, and whether or not I should get Botox. I can start to…