The Hardest Part Of Traveling No One Talks About

I recently wrote a blog post about "Starting over after starting over" . The intention was to describe how one can move o...

I recently wrote a blog post about "Starting over after starting over". The intention was to describe how one can move on again after moving to a new place or coming back from your year abroad. It resulted in a few tips on what to do to make new friends and how to adjust to the new (same old, but different) place that you find yourself in now.

It's not easy to move back or on to a new life when you're haunted by the either a good or bad past.
I find myself being reminded of everything that I did in Korea on a daily basis. For example, I got so nostalgic when I saw a Ginkgo Tree with its yellow leaves in the botanical garden in Johannesburg. It reminded me of the stunning yellow tree lanes all around Korea during autumn. 

Today, I found this article, written by  Kelly Donnelly on Thought Catalog. It perfectly described the way I felt for the longest time, trying to adjust to my life back home. Read this article and  share it with your traveling friends. 

The Hardest Part Of Traveling No One Talks About

by Kelly Donnely

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 weeks meeting with family and friends, catch up, tell stories, reminisce, etc. You’re Hollywood for the first few weeks back and it’s all new and exciting. And then it all just…goes away. Everyone gets used to you being home, you’re not the new shiny object anymore and the questions start coming: So do you have a job yet? What’s your plan? Are you dating anyone? How does your 401k look for retirement? (Ok, a little dramatic on my part.)

But the sad part is once you’ve done your obligatory visits for being away for a year; you’re sitting in your childhood bedroom and realize nothing has changed. You’re glad everyone is happy and healthy and yes, people have gotten new jobs, boyfriends, engagements, etc., but part of you is screaming don’t you understand how much I have changed? And I don’t mean hair, weight, dress or anything else that has to do with appearance. I mean what’s going on inside of your head. The way your dreams have changed, they way you perceive people differently, the habits you’re happy you lost, the new things that are important to you. You want everyone to recognize this and you want to share and discuss it, but there’s no way to describe the way your spirit evolves when you leave everything you know behind and force yourself to use your brain in a real capacity, not on a written test in school. You know you’re thinking differently because you experience it every second of every day inside your head, but how do you communicate that to others?

You feel angry. You feel lost. You have moments where you feel like it wasn’t worth it because nothing has changed but then you feel like it’s the only thing you’ve done that is important because it changed everything. What is the solution to this side of traveling? It’s like learning a foreign language that no one around you speaks so there is no way to communicate to them how you really feel.

This is why once you’ve traveled for the first time all you want to do is leave again. They call it the travel bug, but really it’s the effort to return to a place where you are surrounded by people who speak the same language as you. Not English or Spanish or Mandarin or Portuguese, but that language where others know what it’s like to leave, change, grow, experience, learn, then go home again and feel more lost in your hometown then you did in the most foreign place you visited.

This is the hardest part about traveling, and it’s the very reason why we all run away again.

So I had to learn to speak a new language again. I needed to see where I fit in amongst all my friends who got married, had babies, bought or build houses. It's not so easy to reconnect the bonds you had before, but it's okay. You just need to learn to speak the new language again. You are after all a traveler at heart. Adaptability is what you excel at.

I'm not going to lie if I say that I really want to travel somewhere right now. I'm already making plans. It's not going to happen anytime soon, but all in good time.

Look out for more upcoming posts soon.
Until then...

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