_{On a walk to the dunes in Santos Luzardo Park, La Soledad, Apure State. Venezuela.}

This is a question that has never crossed my mind. I think this is called sedentarism.

The idea of ​​changing places stresses me out a little. Let's say I adapt to what is known, to what is my own. I cannot imagine being outside my country for any reason. If I had to emigrate, or one of my people did, I would feel very unhappy. I like my country. It is a good territory with different climates, beautiful landscapes, which, unfortunately, has fallen for different reasons into unfavorable situations that I do not want to bring up in this post.

I think that perhaps because I have not known any other environment but this one, and I have lived surrounded by loving and kind people, I have been content with that, although I am not a conformist. There are films that have shown me other places. Italy, for example, seems to me to be an extraordinary country; but I do not know if I would find in its people the same disposition of mind that the one I know has. I know that I would not, because of culture we are all different.

I have lived many years in the plains, I come and go without problems because now I live in another state where I also feel good. I know a lot of spontaneous people, who are willing to offer support when you need it, and are ready for a pleasant conversation, and I think that is one of the things that draws me to familiar places.

I often hear from migrant friends that the treatment they receive from other people in other countries is not the best, and that part is fundamentally important to me. You organize your environment in your own way, but I cannot carry a permanent bubble around me. The idea of ​​receiving bad treatment in other regions keeps me from having such aspirations, especially at this age, which I did not do in my youth, where I never felt like getting on a plane and going to another country, and even less so now.

I have also seen and heard music from countries like Greece, and I think it would be nice to live there too. Switzerland is a very organized and safe country where I would have the comfort I deserve and dreaming costs nothing; but I would not doubt, I am sure, convinced that the best country to live in is Venezuela.

If I have the resources, and I want the cold, I can go to Mérida and stay there for a while, if I want the beach I can go to Aragua or Falcón where I have had the best time, if I want flat land and delicious food I come to Apure where I am at the moment, for reasons of illness, if I want rivers, I go to Puerto Ayacucho.

_{Collage of moments lived with the family on beaches of the state of Falcón and rivers of the state of Amazonas}

There are magical and extraordinary places in Venezuela like the Gran Sabana, or mountain formations like El Ávila, we also have dunes, savannas and Margarita Island, where I have no doubt. I would live in my country, which I am proud of despite everything.

This is my entry for the Memoirmonday №35 proposed by @ericvancewalton.

Thank you for your kind reading.

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My own images, taken from my digital archive.
I have used Google translator.