People always talk about leaving and setting off on this adventure, but what about coming home?
The money starts to run low, you start to miss your family and friends, so you book that one-way ticket home. The feeling that comes with booking that final plane ticket is a strange one, your exhausted and super excited as you haven’t seen your family in months, but this comes alongside a feeling of emptiness and regret ‘am I doing the right thing? Am I really ready to go home?’
Boarding that plane with your one-way ticket to paradise is scary but exciting, returning home is scary, sad and takes a lot more courage. Saying goodbye to freedom and no responsibilities and saying hello to 7 am alarms a set routine is a lot harder than most expect.
You return home and spend the next couple of weeks with family and friends, catching up on what they have been up to, looking through endless about of photos sharing all the stories behind them, friends buying houses, kids in the family have grown up, it’s exciting and your happy to be back. But then it all just becomes so very normal. Everyone’s used to you being home, you start working and the ‘normal’ routine falls back into place quicker than you’ll ever expect. This is when the post-travel depression starts to sink in.
This is for anyone returning home after a long-term trip as you get back into the normal 9-5 routine and sit wondering if it was all just a dream, it’s just a distant memory now, was it all worth it, trust me it was so worth it. However, cliché it may sound you would have learned so much about yourself traveling and feel you have changed as a person, this is a very rewarding feeling even if people back home don’t see the change you feel.
However, the truth of returning home from traveling is, while you may feel like you’ve changed and grown, everything at home is exactly the same as when you left. Which helps with the home comforts you were missing but it also makes you realise, however long you’re away however far from home you are, home will always be home. Yes, your happy that everyone is happy and loved up, enjoying the working world but part of you feels lost. Once you’re over that first hurdle of post-travel depression sitting scrolling through photos, reminiscing, it does get better. You find a job you enjoy, your appreciate time with your close friends and family that little bit more but you will be searching and saving for that next one-way ticket to paradise.
Most people suffer from ‘holiday blues’ so as you could imagine post-travel depression is just a stronger version of this, don’t feel guilty for not loving the fact your home, just accept it, keep busy and once you have a new job and more savings then start looking to book another holiday, whether this will be short or long term, having things to look forward to will keep your mind far from the ‘travel blues’.
Two months down the line and i am getting over post-travel depression, happy being back in Bristol, enjoying the work life and having family and friends close to me is the best, but this is not to say i wont ever be returning to the world of travel.