Today marks 12 days since I arrived back home from my travels overseas. It's quite crazy to me that it's been so long already, and while I think I'm finally adjusting back to my normal everyday life, I'm still lusting over my days spent roaming the streets of Florence and shopping on Oxford Street. As someone who loves pretending they live in a made up dream land, it was hard trading in my life free of stress, work, and responsibilities that I enjoyed the taste of in June. But alas, all good things must come to an end.
I have done so much growing over the past month, which is partially why I believe it feels so strange to come back, as I don't exactly seem to fit back here the same way I did before. I've learned so much about myself and about the world, and the little part of it that I've come to know as my own in my lifetime feels so much smaller now. I'm itching to see more, do more, be more. I now fully understand how and why people will completely drop everything and travel for months, years; it's hard to stop. What I'm about to say sounds incredibly cliché, but experiencing different cultures and exploring new places is so rejuvenating and good for the soul. As a shy introvert, I had a few anxieties and concerns surrounding the idea of travelling in a tour group for 20 days. I was afraid of people not liking me, of not being able to talk to anyone, and was also wary of not getting enough time to myself to recharge. In retrospect, however, it ended up being one of the best things I could have done. I met so many amazing people from all over the world, and formed some incredible friendships. The relationships you make with fellow travellers is so special. You don't know each other for very long, but you'll always remember and share these memories of some of the best weeks of your lives together. It was actually very strange adjusting back to being alone a majority of the time when I came home, which is something I enjoyed so much beforehand. It was just a very sudden, stark change. Here are some things I noted while I was on the road:
I can't wait to share photos and stories of my favourite places in upcoming blog posts. There have been some other things going on in my life that have proved it difficult to get back in the swing of writing, but it feels nice. Over the past week and a half, I've been bombarded with questions of where and when my next adventure is. I've been so preoccupied trying to process this past month that I haven't even began thinking of what lies ahead. All I can really say is that I really, really hope it's sooner than later. C
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