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The hardest part I find about traveling is returning home. At first it can be a great feeling seeing friends and family you haven’t seen in ages, sleeping on an actual bed, hot showers….but then that dreaded feeling of familiarity starts creeping up, followed by every travelers’ worst fear – the restlessness of boredom.
Suddenly, it seems lame that everyone around you grew up in the same place, with the same boring accent. You don’t understand why these people seem to favour their dreadful 9-5 job, and find all their daily excitement from materialistic pursuits, such as purchasing a new purse or laptop. After all, wasn’t it Thoreau who once said, “It is preoccupation with possessions, more than anything else, that prevents us from living freely and nobly”?
If that’s not bad enough, all of a sudden, the long emails you send back and forth with the friends and lover(s) you’ve met abroad become nothing more than a post on each other’s Facebook wall every now and then. At night, sometimes it’s hard to fall asleep holding on to these memories, and you wake up in sweat, unsure of where you are. And finally, there’s that dreaded routine – whether it’s university or work, that welcomes you back to…reality.
Reality, what a horrible word. Every time I return home from my travels, I always get trapped in this strange “in-between” world, sometimes for months. It always makes me think of that line from Rules Of Attraction. You know, where Victor says “I no longer know who I am and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger.”
What about you guys? How do you cope with “real life” after you return home from your travels?
For me, it usually begins with planning my next adventure. I love that feeling of the new and the unknown. After all, once a traveler, always a traveler, right? However, the great thing about trips coming to an end is knowing that the end of one trip means the start of another….