It still feels a little surreal to be back stateside. I went from a rather nomadic lifestyle moving from one city to another to stagnancy in the suburbs. As much as I enjoy being a wanderer, being home is a sigh of relief. Familiarity and consistency is a pleasurable feeling. Life, however, as a traveler is a mix of euphoria and doubt - you just never know what to expect. In turn, traveling becomes an obsession. It's the perfect escape from reality. Maybe the ultimate utopian fantasy of action and adventure.
Transitioning back to normalcy can be rather hard. Although I cannot attest in terms of longevity, but travel becomes a life changing experience. It's a revival and loss. The more you walk through bustling streets of unfamiliarity and foreign tongues, the more insight you gain, which makes you want to be a better version of yourself. To aspire and inspire, I suppose. This is what I miss about being in a small city, where walking is the means of transport. Every step is an opportunity, rather than a destination.
Although the idea of living a utopian fantasy of constant wander sounds appealing, being back to reality or normalcy is just as exhilarating. It's what we make out of life. As of now, I feel an urgency to become an adult, while others prolong the transition with escape. I think its a craving for stability and self-reliance, as well as wealth. Just like everyone else, we all long for the future rather than focus on the now. Despite my worries, I know I'll make it out alive, and successful.
“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist