March 15, 2016

When Coming Home Is the Hardest Part of Travel.

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“And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part…” ~ Coldplay

Setting off on my travels for three months, I felt many things.

Fear was definitely part of it.

Fear, anxiety, excitement, curiosity… but perhaps most of all: hunger.

Hunger for new experiences and a new way of looking at life. Hunger to grow as a person, to go it alone for a while. Hunger to put myself out there and see what happened.

After three months of traveling through some truly amazing parts of Asia, I’m back. Back to the familiar ground of home. Back to friends, back to the comfort of the developed world and back to the office.

But the thing is, I don’t really feel at home at all.

I felt more at home in myself on the road, among cultures that were as alien to me as the languages spoken around me.

Free to explore without judgements or preconceived ideas. Free to question and to reflect. Free to feel secure in my own freedom.

Having spoken with many other travelers—particularly those that take a career break to travel—there’s this idea we all have when we set out. It feels like making the decision to step out of the well-trodden career path for a period of months or more is the scariest thing.

The leaving behind of security, and many other things.

We all have our reasons for going. Travel gives us time to reflect, to look at the world anew, to plug into our “purpose,” and to question.

I had the idea that I’d come back with answers. I had the idea that things would become clearer. I had the idea there would be fewer questions that needed answering by my return.

But what happened was the opposite.

Once I stopped operating on auto pilot, and started opening myself, and my heart to questions, the more questions appeared. But while traveling I enjoyed the moments by focusing on the present. The questions remained largely unanswered.

Now they’ve come back with a vengeance. Even more than when I left, I am questioning what feels like my whole existence. Like picking at a loose thread, suddenly the fabric starts unraveling.

Bit by bit.

To the outside world nothing really looks different. Things just seem very much as they were. The change is deep inside me, something that only I feel.

Returning has been scary.

When I returned and thought I’d lost most of my photos from my laptop, I was afraid that such wonderful experiences would quickly start to blur and fade.

People say, “I want to hear all about it.” In reality you cover months in a few minutes, and you realise that the experiences you have cherished and that have made your life yours while you were away are yours and yours alone.

Ultimately, they’re only relevant to you.

Some days I wake up and wonder if it was all just a dream.

There’s this deep unsettling concern that one can have experienced so much in those months and that the knowledge gained is fragile—insights and moments of clarity that are gone too soon.

Since returning, I have felt more alone at times than when sitting on an empty beach on the other side of the world.

There has been more time than ever to reflect. To reflect on what I have seen, what I have experienced, what I have learned and what’s next.

It’s time to find a new place in the world, because one thing is for sure—my place in the world, if it existed before is certainly gone in its previous form.

They say that travel changes you and I couldn’t agree more. There’s no going back.

As I sit and think about being home, I realise that perhaps I was home all along.

Home no longer seems like a place. I now believe more than ever that we can feel at home anywhere.

We just need ourselves. No bricks and mortar, no favourite corner of the sofa, no music, no scented candles.

Returning from a long trip has honestly been an awakening. Some days a rude awakening, others just an awakening.

We change but the world does not necessarily change along with us. The universe does not necessarily acknowledge our conveniently-timed and self-imposed deadlines.

When I look back on this moment in time, I know that I will see it as a turning point. But in the middle of this moment, it feels more like a mess. And that is something to be grateful for.

So, as I continue to navigate forward, to any one doubting whether to travel, I would always say go.

Travel away to your heart’s content.

But arguably setting off is the easy part compared to the processing that awaits your return, and that’s a really good thing!

After all, walking out of your front door is a dangerous business.



Why We Travel: Lessons Learned Away From Home.

Author: Ellie Cleary

Apprentice Editor: Brandie Smith / Editor: Sara Kärpänen

Photo: Eutah Mizushima / Unsplash

Featured photo: Sofia Sforza / Unsplash

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