Returning home after having travelled or lived abroad is often looked upon as a horrible thing by many a would be expat. After all you’ve seen the world, tasted new foods and possibly grown as an individual. How can returning home ever work with your new attitude to life?
In a way this post answers one I wrote back in late 2009 before I’d left to travel about Casterton, my home town. To quote that post:
As a future traveler where I will be roaming the world I know home will always be in Casterton. Where the memories flow like a raging river and there will always be a friendly face to say g’day too.
While my return home to the land down under is only but a pit stop in my travels I still stand by that statement if I was to return for good. Perhaps I’m just lucky to be gifted with a home that I’ve very fond memories of but surely I couldn’t be the only one who feels that way. So as I sit here writing this post by an open fire watching as the sun finally pushes the clouds away I’m wondering.
I’m wondering if perhaps it’s the new life abroad and not the return to the life at home that is the most upsetting for an expat?
I loved my life in London. I made amazing friends who I both travelled with and enjoyed many a pint with (sometime at the same time) that I’ll surely be friends with them for the rest of my life. Explored both the United Kingdom and Europe among other destinations and even met a special someone to round out the greatest two and a bit years of my life so far.
As a normal traveller who’s returning home to hang up their travel shoes or stop for an extended length of time you have to close the book on potentially the most exciting time of your life. So even though home is filled with family and friends it may never compare to the joys of your travels.
In a way you could potentially be doing a 360 degree turn in your life where you once dreamt of partying all day at Oktoberfest to now reminiscing of all the fun you had of attending it. Needless to say I’d prefer to continue the journey and not settle down with a desk job again.
Which do you fear the most, leaving your new life abroad or returning to one at home? Let me know in the comments below as I’d love to know how everyone feels.