Let's start off this with an apology... It's been over five months since my last blog post. When I stopped backpacking full-time throughout Europe and started work again, I struggled to figure out how everything fitted together. I still am. Even though things were still new and challenging with moving to London, renting a flat, getting a job etc, after so long travelling it really was a shock to my senses. I felt like I wasn't doing anything epic enough to blog about.
Full-time travel is such a unique experience and builds on, and often changes, who you really are. Every day you see something new, meet someone you wouldn't otherwise meet, learn something about the world, and learn something about yourself. It seems like such a cliche: quit your job, travel the world, find yourself, and forever be changed. To a certain extent, I find this to be true. When I was on the road, I viewed the world differently. I was thinking deeper, I was seeing so much beauty in both the world and the human beings around me and I was learning off every person I met. Everything seemed brighter and things that would normally create stress or worry really weren't such a big issue. Problem solving and making quick decisions for myself became the norm, because lets face it, any mistake I made was entirely my own fault. Backpacking life is so poor, yet so incredibly rich.
The issue is, however, what happens when you stop travelling? Rightly or wrongly, these were and still are my top 3 thoughts 6 months after ceasing full-time backpacking.
