It’s always a little weird to return home after such adventures. I feel a little lost and out of place. It’s not a bad feeling, rather a reminder that I’m not quite the same person I was before I left. Travel changes you, if you let it. It rips you away from your false comfort of your little bubble of daily life, and shows you how small and confined that bubble grows with each day spent in it. It reminds you how small and trivial our problems are, we are, and forces us to be human again. To be thankful. To be curious and full of wonder. To marvel at the amazing gift of life.
Travel is necessary, adventure is mandatory, and time discovering new ways of life and challenging what we consider “normal” is the only way to stay human. There is no “right” way to live, but to allow yourself to believe there is, well that’s undoubtedly to live the wrong way.
Tonight I’m back home, with photos and memories to last a lifetime (you’ll be seeing them for me next few months on here for sure), a year older [and wiser?], and excited to make “home” a place I don’t need to escape quite so often. ❤️✈️🗺🏡💕