You see the world, you travel far, meet amazing people, eat weird food and visit places that look like the perfect paradise postcards – then the time has come and it’s all over. The moment you are paying your flight ticket back it starts to hit you: all good things will come to an end. Everyone is talking about leaving but no one really talks about this what I’m about to tell you. The hardest part about travelling is coming home again.
You come home and meet the people you love. Spend the first weeks meeting up with family and friends to tell all your travel stories. “How was your trip” Seems like a very difficult question because how in the hell can you even describe such a thing. After the first week it’s all fun and stuff. And then it hits you: you are sitting there in your childhood bedroom and you realize how nothing really has changed and everything has at the same time.
Yes – the childhood bedroom. I’m sitting here now, writing this blog post behind my desk. I may look the same. Even though I have lost some weight while traveling (and no that’s not a good thing) lol. – But the thoughts inside my head changed. I made a couple of unregrettable mistakes ;), did some crazy adventurous stuff I usually wouldn’t do and I have experience what going with the flow truly feels like.
And then you have to go all the way back to the things that are so familiar. No more getting lost on purpose, no more exploring crazy busy city’s or cruising with the motorbike. You may feel sad and lost. Yes it’s so true; the hardest part about travelling is coming home again.
All I want tot do is run away and be wild and free again but maybe I’m just scared for the unknown and I have to tell myself that it’s not the end. I’m still traveling in this wonderful journey called life and I have experienced some wonderful things that I’m truly grateful of.
I recorded a vlog to get my emotions out there about the feeling I had in that moment:
Go on and dream big
Dreaming big can be a scary thing, because of the fear of failing. This was my first week after traveling in Asia for 9 months and to be honest at first I was terrified. I couldn’t even make the decision back in November 2016 to buy my flightticket for the 20th of January. I was living my dream for 9 months, what was I supposed to do when I go back? Yes – find a job of course – But to start from scratch can be really terrifying. I sat down with my fears and realized it was all in my head. All this pressure doesn’t even come from outside but from within’. I wrote down: I’m not afraid to dream big. I am the only one who have to make it happen for myself. So I need to be brave enough to acknowledge my own power.
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
You have the power within you to change your own way of thinking. I can choose to hold on to my own fears, but these fears are not protecting me from any danger. In fact: these fears will only holding me back from living my full potential and I won’t settle for a mediocre life. So from now on I’m dreaming bigger and better than ever before. And I want you to do the same!
Thank you for being here. xoxo
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