I am Somebody, Not Just Somebody’s
Incredible words from a fellow world traveler. I have some of the same anxieties about my return home. It’s weird to think you’re leaving and will own stories you cannot ever properly tell.
I came home on Wednesday around midnight after a 22 hour travel day of seemingly good luck and Godspeed. Today is Sunday, not even a full week since I got back… And I’m struggling. Hard.
I knew coming home was going to be hard. I knew I would miss my beautiful international friends. I knew I would miss the freedom to do whatever I want and go wherever I want. I knew I would miss the childlike wonder that traveling brings. I knew I would miss the food, the sights, the culture, the constant moving and living and experiencing. I knew I would miss the cheap European travel. I knew all of these things. Study abroad blogs and websites and to-do lists have warned me this countless times.
They even warned me about the isolation I would feel, not being able to talk to people on a deep, relatable level…
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