Adjusting to life after travelling is hard.
I spent two and a half years travelling the world and I loved every minute of it. The experiences were life changing and with them I changed. I was living such an interesting life, like a book you can’t put down, I was always excited for the next chapter. When I returned, slowing down and adjusting to the mundane of the every day, was honestly depressing.
I had an incredible trip but I sometimes missed being at home. Seeing my friends out and having fun, I often felt like I was missing out. I remember getting back, sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea and there was a slight novelty to it. I was happy to be back. However that quickly wore off and those travel blues kicked in.
After the reunions, the story telling and the hugs you soon realise that though you’ve changed, everything is still the same. I’d convinced myself things would be so different when I returned, but they weren’t.
Something you’re really not prepared for, is that not everyone wants to hear about your trip. I found I was sometimes met with eye rolling or mimicking “when I was in….”, of course I didn’t take it to heart, but it highlighted how different I’d become. I’d gone from zooming across Vietnam on a motorbike, to sitting in traffic in my hometown like I’d done years before. I was back. I felt bored and anxious. I needed to get away again.
Fast forward to today, I’m working over 320 hours per month and we’re still in lockdown. It’s tough. I’ve gone from 100mph to stagnant.
Our next plan was New Zealand to work and travel as we’d done with Australia. However the pandemic abruptly put this on hold. For the past year we’ve been on standby, ready to go. I’m very anxious and have a lot of worries buzzing around my head.
Will I be able to get a visa?
What about my age?
Am I leaving things too late?
Should I make other plans?
What if I decide I want children?
Am I going to be left behind whilst everyone else gets the house, car, dog etc?
WHEN CAN I GO ALREADY?!
All I can do is wait… And it’s driving me nuts.
The one thing I’m certain on, is I need to get away again. I miss new experiences and writing about my life. This blog has become very quiet… This is no way a self pity post. I just wanted to express myself and reach out for anyone else feeling the same way.
The travels blues are poop… Lock down does not help.