“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” Terry Pratchett
After being on the road for nine months there are many benefits to being home and alongside the obvious ones of seeing family and friends, it’s been the hundreds of little things which I’ve been enjoying.
The joys of a hot bath, a full fridge and a dose of reality tv should never be under-estimated. I’ve also had a brilliant time getting reacquainted with my wardrobe and, having worn the same five outfits during most of my trip, the possibilities now seem endless. (Although I have become weirdly attached to my travelling clothes and things that during my trip I couldn’t wait to get rid of, I’ve now become a bit sentimental about.)
The downside, of course, is the fact that I now how to sort through ten years worth of stuff I dumped back at home in a panic before setting off on my trip.
|So just the small task of sorting this lot out now…|
|…oh, and this as well!|
The other nice thing about being back is that, after months of seeing places through the eyes of a visitor, I’m really appreciating the country I live in. It’s been more than ten years since I lived in Scarborough and the other day I went to meet friends on the beach.
Granted, it was a sunny day and I might not have had the warm fuzzy feeling had it been chucking it down with rain, but as I walked around the corner and saw the view for the first time of Valley Bridge framing the sea and sand it really did make me stop and think that had I been in another country I’d have taken a photo of it…
|…so I did.|
|(Not sure how much of a tan you’d get though.)|
|A brilliant day with my sis, getting soaked during the Songkran festival in Thailand.|
Some people say that travelling changes you and I met others on my trip who were trying to ‘find themselves’. But I’m not sure I’ve changed that much. It may have made me a little bit braver and a little less stressed (maybe?). But it certainly hasn’t helped with my terrible sense of direction (I’ve lost count of the number of times since I’ve been back that my friends have asked: “Em, how did you actually manage to make it around the world by yourself?”) and I’ll always be the girl who talks a bit too loudly and a bit too much.