It’s been a little over two months since I returned home from my travels. Yeah I went to Australia if you didn’t know. Just to make sure…
Coming home from travelling and a completely different lifestyle can be challenging – Post-Travel Depression is a genuine condition. Unbelievable levels of ‘first world problems’, I know. Adjusting back to home has been a breeze for me, though, which suggests it was the right decision.
Not everybody will find it as easy though. One minute you are in one of the most vibrant cities in the world – Sydney – and the next you are that same old market town – Sandbach. Perhaps I should feel depressed by this ‘come down’. It has, however, been anything but. And that is crazy when you think about it.
I have been fortunate to jump straight back into employment when I returned home. Working for a sports coaching company which has both got me back on my feet financially and kept me crazily busy. Big thanks to the guys at SCNW!
The key to adjusting back to ‘normal life’ from the insanely different lifestyle of hostels, socialising 24/7 and new experiences is to be busy. It’s generally said that returning home is relieving and amazing for the first week, and then travel blues kick in.
Once you’ve had your seemingly endless reunions with family and friends, you realise what you’re missing out on.
Luckily, I haven’t had that. Get busy with work, hobbies and socialising and you’ll settle right back in. Indeed, the time away might even make you appreciate the simple things of being home a bit more.
It certainly has with me.
*There he goes again. All this finding himself, the pr#@k…*
And to be honest, this is probably the first time I have properly sat down in two and a half months to reflect on coming back. Which is no bad thing. Whether it be playing cricket, running a half-marathon, helping out in primary school P.E. lessons, working on a bar or socialising with friends, it has been pretty hectic.
So the tonic for returning home is to be busy, to be positive and to do those things that you most enjoy.
The most challenging aspect of coming home, though, is that nobody really cares what you’ve been up to. Of course, people ask out of courtesy, but they are probably jealous and won’t ask again.
You feel like you have a thousand and one stories to tell but after a small catch-up, nobody wants to hear it. And it’s entirely understandable – it’s just like when your friends go on holiday. You ask how it was but really you are just jealous and don’t want to hear about it.
Cynical, I know, but the same applies to returning from travels. You get used to it though. At the end of the day, people lead normal lives and the most important thing for them has been merely getting through winter.
That is a double-edged sword though – a bizarrely positive one. On the one hand, you feel like you might have nothing to talk about because you don’t want to annoy people by talking about where you’ve been. On the other hand, if you don’t talk about it, you don’t think about it and thus you don’t miss it.
Inadvertently, your friends and family probably help you settle back in by not caring as much as you’d like!
Of course, the warmest UK summer I can remember has helped me settle back in. Diving straight back into winter would have been painful.
So, with a bit of luck, keeping busy and NOT talking about where you’ve been, settling back home has been easy for me. Beat those post-travel blues by doing the same!
Anyway, what do I have in common with football? Well, we’re both coming home, of course…