Post-travel blues. Post-Contiki depression. You underestimate how attached you get to the people you travel with, regardless of the length of your adventure. I mean I was only with these people for two weeks, but somehow two weeks was enough time to develop some amazing friendships, many of which I’m sure will be lifelong.
I’ve been home just over a month now, and I am restless. I need to see stuff. Do stuff. Anything. Everything. But reality is there. Things happen at home and I’m like oh “so-and-so would have loved this” and they’re not there. I find myself watching the “Australia” movie just to hear the accent. Haha. Is this incredibly sad? Yes. Yes it is. And so far I haven’t figured out how to stop it.
The advice I’ve heard most is to get over your “depression” by replacing it with excitement for your next trip. So that is what I’ve tried to do. I’m currently thinking about doing a South African roadtrip next year to explore my country more. Then possibly Thailand. And one day America. Gotta keep dreaming right?
So here’s to playing Contiki day songs and setting our wake up song as my alarm. Here’s to looking through the photos and remembering an incredible two weeks and to Facebook for letting me stay in touch with my amazing new friends. Here’s to appreciating every opportunity I have to learn something new.
Oh, and here’s to Australia. Obvs.