I can still picture it, the sun shining through the clouds as we took off from the airport. Waves hitting of the coast of San Juan. Beautiful hues of orange, yellow and red reflecting off the clouds and ocean. We were heading home. We had completed our 6 month journey around the world. We traveled over 40,000 miles, visited 25 countries and saw 5 of the 7 Wonders of the World. We met so many great people throughout our travels and did so many great things. Now it was over.
I’m always asked, “How does it feel to be back?”. I want to be positive of course. I went on this trip to experience life and to find out what I wanted out of my life. I wanted to experience new things. We did just that on our trip. But for some reason it doesn’t seem enough. Sometimes I’m happy. When I’m with my family and friends, I feel grateful for having them in my life. Sometimes I find myself looking up at the sky, at a plane, wondering “Where is it going?”, thinking “I wish I could be there.”.
My greatest pleasure while traveling was the unknown. What were we going to see that day? Who were we going to meet? What were we going to do? All those questions in mind. The excitement of not knowing what the day had in store for us was the best part of traveling. Being shoved back into a routine has been the biggest downside of being back home. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to have my job back. It was a big weight off my shoulders knowing I would have something to come back to upon our return. However, after a month back the routine has already gotten stale.
The traffic in the morning, the daily tolls to get to work, the everyday question of whether I want to stay longer than 8 hours, the 40 hour work week and the short weekends that rush by to do it all over again. The Monday Blues. It was all what I was trying to escape. To combat this feeling, I don’t work overtime, I try to not have a routine after work and not plan anything on the weekends. It still gives me that sense of excitement of not knowing what will come just on a smaller scale.
So how do I feel about coming back? It’s great to see family and friends but I feel trapped by the rat race again. The mundane routine of Monday through Friday has already taken a toll on me. I always find myself looking at pictures of our trip, looking at flights to anywhere, thinking I need to be there. I guess I caught the travel bug. I guess this is what wanderlust feels like. I’m hoping by going on smaller, local trips throughout the year and spending my spare time outside, I will be able to satisfy this hunger for travel. Only time will tell.
Pin to share to Pinterest: