Home is where the …… is

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I’m back in on not so rainy Vancouver Island after my extended mega trip that took me to 11 different countries and led me to meet amazing people from all over the world.

 

Now that I am ‘home’, the 3 questions I am getting asked the most are :

1) What was your favourite part?

2) Is it good to be home?

3) What next?

 

1) How can I possibly answer number one? How can you look back on two years of your life and pick just one favourite moment? After having so many amazing experiences and meeting so many people how can I just pick one? Yes, there are moments that rank above others on the greatness scale, for example meeting some people who I know will always be in my life ranks significantly higher than getting hit by a truck but getting hit by a truck is a better one off story. Haha.

I don’t know if it is a question that non travellers ask travellers to try and get a sense or an small part of something that they can’t imagine. They need that one moment to hold on to that they can use to measure against the rest of the stories that you tell them over the coming months, “She had fun doing this but ……was better”

To me this is an impossible question to answer but I have started thinking up a list of things or events to tell people when they ask so I don’t constantly get the disappointed look of, “Oh”.

 

2) Yes, it is good to be home. I got asked this question when I returned for a short visit to England to see my family and friends there and I am getting asked it again now that I am back in Victoria. IT’S AMAZING TO BE HOME!! but that small piece of me still wishes that I was out there in the wild green yonder searching out mysterious temples or sunning myself on the beach while drinking $1 beers. When I see my traveling friends photos I get that pang of “What the hell am I doing back here? I should be out there!”

Having returned to Victoria after 2 years away, I don’t know if I was shocked or expecting nothing to REALLY change. Yes, people have grown up a bit more, businesses have closed and opened, new buildings have been built but at it’s heart it is still the same place that I left 2 years ago.  I am working at the same job I was working in 2010 (with the same people), I am dragon boating on the same team as I was before I left in 2012, and I am hanging out with the same friends that I have had for years. My friends are the strangest part of this whole situation because we have back stories. When you are traveling you are constantly meeting new people, you have to introduce yourself over and over again; tell the same few stories over and over again until you kind of know the person. Being at home once you get past the ‘catch up’ stage of the conversation, everything is the same again. There are no introductions, you know these people, sometimes a little bit too well.

And where I am extremely happy to be back and see these wonderful people, I’m the one that has changed. Sometimes I feel I am trying to slot myself back into a life that I am not sure fits me anymore.

 

3) “So what are you going to do next?” is the last of the big three. I don’t understand why there needs to be a ‘next’, I’m just going to roll with it. I do have plans to go to Morocco, I have a job offer there but something else might come up. Who knows what I will do next? Go to the moon?

 

Peace Kxx

 

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