That’s probably the post that better describes how I feel since I came back in June.
I thought I would have never felt that terrible feeling again, but apparently it’s like a curse that follows you everytime you come home. This beautiful curse that makes you dream a new adventure.
How’s going now? well…. It is as I am a stranger in my own house, in my own town, in my own country. I am an alien figuring how to act like a normal human being.
How is it possible?!? it is not.
First of all, although I was home, my mind and heart were still somewhere else. I misjudged the power of missing people you met and places you visited. I have been traveling for 5 years now (Can’t believe it!) and I thought I got used to go to a place and say goodbye to everything and everyboby without feeling bad. But I was wrong. Tremendously wrong. It seems that the more you travel, the more you feel blue when you leave. Or at least, that’s how I feel every time. So I had to recover first from the period I spent in England and then, just in a second time, I could enjoy my summer. It’s never simple when you started getting used to some type of habits and in a day you see them changing under your eyes.
And now, with my mind and daily life full of things to do, I manage not to rack my brain about these past experiences. Who knows, maybe one day this feeling will be considered a real disease and somebody will find a cure to it. But please, if that day came, don’t tell me anything! I want to live with this incurable illness of travelling non stop.
It is worth reading, so do it please! 🙂
image – Flickr / Corie Howell
You see the world, try new things, meet new people, fall in love, visit amazing places, learn about other cultures – then it’s all over. People always talk about leaving, but what about coming home?
We talk about the hard parts while we’re away – finding jobs, making real friends, staying safe, learning social norms, misreading people you think you can trust – but these are all parts you get through. All of these lows are erased by the complete highs you experience. The goodbyes are difficult but you know they are coming, especially when you take the final step of purchasing your plane ticket home. All of these sad goodbyes are bolstered by the reunion with your family and friends you have pictured in your head since leaving in the first place.
Then you return home, have your reunions, spend your first two…
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