COMING HOME
Sunday, 10 September 2017
One thing you won't be able to understand until you experience it, is the feeling you get after coming home from traveling for a long time. Especially when you've been on your own. And no one can understand what you've been through. I can tell all the stories. About all the people I've met and everything I've done. But the feelings, I can't describe. Everytime I'm coming home everything here is still the same. And everyone's life is too. School. Work.
My home didn't change. The people around me didn't. But I did. I've started to think different. Look at things at another way. I can't explain all the feelings and what all the experiences have done to me.
I don't want to sound depressive, but sometimes that's how I feel. I'm falling into a hole. Also because most of the time I don't have a plan for the next weeks/months. Nothing to focus on. Ofcourse this is also someting I should enjoy. I don't have to do anything and can relax as much as I want. But it's not always as romantic as it may seem.
Right now I'm busy organising for the next few months, which takes more time than expected. The future is so unsure.
All these feelings are sometimes hard to deal with.
I don't want to be negative. I just wanted to show that my (travel) life isn't always just fun and easy.
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