I’ve been back for 6 months. The half a year I lived in England, the 6 months I was gone, is now the same amount of time that I have been a returned traveler living in the US. It’s also weird to think that this time last year, I had a month left to prep for my departure on the adventure of a lifetime, and now I’m just… back.
Each day is a mix of nostalgia, frustration, and gratefulness because I went on this trip. And it’s just really odd to think of that huge, life-changing chunk of time being the same as being…here. I can’t get my mind around it quite yet. I don’t really know what else I wanted to say, other than trying to express the confusion of this situation.Forgive my ramblings I suppose.
wanderingandnotlost 