The hardest part of a trip away is coming back home and almost feeling like you had never left. But I seem to always feel… different. Everything is as it was when I had left it, yet not. As I unpack my suitcases I’m reminded of all the experiences that I had just come back from: the different surroundings, the aromas, the sounds, the people. The memories remind me that I am but a tiny part of this world. It reminds me that there is so much out there in the world yet for me to discover, that there are so many possibilities. And it reminds me that the world is a beautiful place, that there are so many kind people out there. In effect, I return home inspired with a sense of hope, possibility and confidence.
For travel isn’t just learning about the world, but learning about yourself. And discovering these things about yourself, whatever they may be, is the best part of the journey.