Greetings fellow travelers
I'd like to hear your thoughts on how you guys deal with returning home from your vacations. Now, I realize that none of us really want to return home and we would all love to stay in possy paradise forever.
I took my first trip abroad last Nov to the phils for three weeks. Stepping outside the airport in Philadelphia I was overcome with a depression that I have never experienced before. I have never dealt with depression. But, it feels like I'm a ghost walking around and my soul stayed in Cebu. I've returned to Cebu since then and now have a trip planned for next month to Kiev.
Don't get me wrong, I have been very productive since my first trip abroad. Spent the last eight months working on becoming location independent. ( thank you RVF members ). I'll be leaving at the end of Nov. To start my new life as an expat.
I'm very active on the travel section of the forum. Always enjoy your trip reports, advice and mostly the hours of laughter. But, I secretly always wondered how you guys deal with returning home.
My adventures haven't always been positive while traveling just like you guys and your experiences. Highs, lows, drama, you name it. Staggering back to my apartment at 3am with a hot girl. Only to turn the lights on and be horrified that it's a lady boy, losing my credit card in Manila. Almost getting into a fist fight with a taxi driver. Seeing poverty at it's worst. Looking down at that little girl in Ayala, sleeping on the sidewalk. She looked like she hadn't bathed in a year. Dirty clothing in tatters. Quietly slipping acouple hundred pesos in her hand while she slept. Leaving her with a tear in my eye. Wishing I could hold her in my arms and carry her to safety.
But, also great experiences too like hanging out with a model on Mactan island for three days or swimming with the whale sharks in Oslab. Learning about new cultures, languages and sampling different foods. Having a beautiful woman crying at the airport begging you not to leave. Telling her you'll return but, knowing full well I never will. Hanging out with another RVF member.
I feel like when I'm traveling around the world my senses are on high alert. Never knowing when danger is around the next corner. Living life to the fullest. I have never felt more alive then when I'm free. Not feeling like a caged animal waiting for my master to throw me some table scraps for being a good boy. Or being tied up out back by my leash waiting for a treat.
Just wanted to get your thoughts on this subject.
Cheers
I'd like to hear your thoughts on how you guys deal with returning home from your vacations. Now, I realize that none of us really want to return home and we would all love to stay in possy paradise forever.
I took my first trip abroad last Nov to the phils for three weeks. Stepping outside the airport in Philadelphia I was overcome with a depression that I have never experienced before. I have never dealt with depression. But, it feels like I'm a ghost walking around and my soul stayed in Cebu. I've returned to Cebu since then and now have a trip planned for next month to Kiev.
Don't get me wrong, I have been very productive since my first trip abroad. Spent the last eight months working on becoming location independent. ( thank you RVF members ). I'll be leaving at the end of Nov. To start my new life as an expat.
I'm very active on the travel section of the forum. Always enjoy your trip reports, advice and mostly the hours of laughter. But, I secretly always wondered how you guys deal with returning home.
My adventures haven't always been positive while traveling just like you guys and your experiences. Highs, lows, drama, you name it. Staggering back to my apartment at 3am with a hot girl. Only to turn the lights on and be horrified that it's a lady boy, losing my credit card in Manila. Almost getting into a fist fight with a taxi driver. Seeing poverty at it's worst. Looking down at that little girl in Ayala, sleeping on the sidewalk. She looked like she hadn't bathed in a year. Dirty clothing in tatters. Quietly slipping acouple hundred pesos in her hand while she slept. Leaving her with a tear in my eye. Wishing I could hold her in my arms and carry her to safety.
But, also great experiences too like hanging out with a model on Mactan island for three days or swimming with the whale sharks in Oslab. Learning about new cultures, languages and sampling different foods. Having a beautiful woman crying at the airport begging you not to leave. Telling her you'll return but, knowing full well I never will. Hanging out with another RVF member.
I feel like when I'm traveling around the world my senses are on high alert. Never knowing when danger is around the next corner. Living life to the fullest. I have never felt more alive then when I'm free. Not feeling like a caged animal waiting for my master to throw me some table scraps for being a good boy. Or being tied up out back by my leash waiting for a treat.
Just wanted to get your thoughts on this subject.
Cheers