Conflicting Thoughts on Returning Home
They say “home is where the heart is”, or where your suitcase is, and whoever they are they couldn’t be more right! From London to Lisbon and Bucharest to Bath I’ve left my heart in many a places on this adventure of mine. I’ve felt right at home in cities like York and Edinburgh as well as the small village of Riomaggiore in Italy’s Cinque Terre. Not only have I left a piece of my heart in these amazing places but will forever hold a special part of my heart reserved for them that I’ll carry with me.
But with all that said my true home is in a small town just north of Toronto in Ontario, Canada. It’s where my fur babies are, my large bed with its thick and welcoming pillows, my friends and most of my family. And if this three month adventure of mine has taught me anything it’s that I cherish where I live and probably (never say never) could not live a constant life traveling and always being on the road. This might be sacrilege for a travel blogger but I honestly despise the quote, “if you think adventure is dangerous try routine it’s lethal“. I love the spontaneity and thrill of travel, full of new and changing scenery but I also enjoy the simple life of getting up, going to work and the comfort of a daily routine. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with routine and enjoying a relaxing and simple life, many people live it and that’s all they want – they’re content with it. Not everyone wants to travel, through it makes us richer and broadens the mind it shouldn’t make us judgemental of those who choose not to. Happiness in life is a choice and doesn’t always depend on travelling for many. While I say all this, I do crave a good mix of both, the safety and comfort of routine and the thrill of exploring new places and new experiences, which is why part-time travel is the way for me.
Now with all that said, after 3 months on the road (my longest journey thus far) I’m conflicted about returning home, excited yet apprehensive. Thoughts of fitting back in and finding my place again with friends and family, and getting back into the mix at work are unnerving. Thoughts of staying true to who I am; happy, positive and open, are a real struggle sometimes when you are met with people back home who have allowed themselves to become bitter, ungrateful and down right miserable – it’s hard not to be affected by those strong feelings. On the road you can choose who you surround yourself with, back at home it can be difficult while at work or otherwise. Sometimes being a traveller, especially a solo traveller, you feel more alone – not on the road but back at home surrounded by friends, family and coworkers who don’t understand, share or appreciate your passion for travel. Strangely enough it’s here, in your native country that you can feel like an outsider. I wonder if some long-term travellers keep going for fear of returning to a home that might be the same as when they left but they’re not the same.
Regardless of my conflicting thoughts of returning home I’m excited; excited to write of my travels, to connect with friends and family I’ve not seen in awhile and excited to see where my life will go next. Another thing this EPIC journey has driven home is that anything is possible! I’m content in my mind, body and soul for the first time in a long while thanks to this epic journey and I know I’m strong enough to deal with whatever struggles await me on my return home.
Have you you ever been conflicted about returning home after your travels?