The adventure I went on will probably be what I want etched on my gravestone. It was an experience that I don’t think I will ever top in my lifetime (unless I go to space somehow..) so I was really curious to see how my “normal” life would play out in comparison.
Almost immediately, a sense of relief came over me. I didn’t have planes or buses to catch every few days and I now sleep on the same bed every night. It was also wonderful to be able to spend time with my girlfriend in real life after only being relegated to only hearing her voice for most of my trip.
The biggest surprise to me after coming back was not falling into a post-high depression of some kind. Nonstop traveling becomes a drug and even with the toll it took on my mind and body, I still wanted more of it. Days turned into weeks, months, and quarters and there were no signs of depression. I definitely missed certain aspects of traveling solo but I never became depressed about it.
Without a doubt, the biggest disappointment after coming back was not telling my story online. I had grand plans of writing blog posts till my eyes bled and editing all the video footage I took on my travels, but all of it remains imprisoned in my mind or in digital jail cells in my hard drive.
The ulterior motive of this sheepish admission is mostly for me to get off my ass and do the work to tell my story but it would help if you could remind me too. This is a story that I need to tell.