Sometimes you don’t know what to say or how to process all of the things you are feeling and thinking. I will be honest and say that beginning to process this trip has proven to be a challenge on par with experiencing the trip itself. I do not believe I have felt more alone in my entire life than I have these past few weeks. When I was traveling throughout Europe with thirty people I was irritated with the lack of privacy and space; now that I am home I am surprised by how much I miss all of the beautiful people that I had the pleasure of spending the last two months with. I have been in a rut, one that has encompassed the normal day functions of life and has made it seem impossible to complete my homework as the last thing I desire is to dig deeper into my post-trip feelings. Now I must do so.
I spent the first few days at home in a whirl of feelings that I wanted to ignore: what’s my purpose? Is it to binge watch gossip girl? Probably not.. ha. Now that this initial moping has passed I am ready to continue my life and work towards the things that drive me. At first I thought this meant jumping on the next international flight I could find a seat on and continuing my adventures without taking the time to slow down and face the mundane. I realize now that this is not the answer. For me at the moment I think being home is about moving forward and allowing myself to enjoy the mundane. Today I met a guy on an adventure himself, he is biking across the coast and we began to talk about how people can live in a town their whole life and never appreciate the beauty of it; I do not want to be one of those people. If I wasn’t forced to slow down from time to time I don’t know if I ever would. This reminds me to be thankful for my homework and a small coastal town that has supported me in my travels and welcomes me home with open arms after every return.