The Reality of the Return

One of the hardest parts of my first backpacking adventure was coping with my return home.

I had lived in Australia for nearly a year and travelled some of the most wondrous places on earth. I had a vast collection of experiences, stories, adventures and memories… but now I was heading back to the small village in England I grew up in.


I was heading back to my family home, to my mum and dad’s. I had no job, no car, a little debt and very limited accessible money. Even the most positive people would have trouble with that wouldn’t they?


I had a little trouble adjusting at first, I remember waking in the middle of the quiet night and feeling very unsure of what the future held. It was made worse when a trip  to see the  girl I was dating whilst traveling  was hit by the reality  that it had not lasted. I needed some clarity and reassurance, which in my life I was lucky enough to have a source of mum, dad and sister for. Although there was some tough love, there was also a car to borrow, a warm house to call home, a friendly ear to tell my stories too and the reassurance that even when feeling low and unsure, it was all ok.


I soon adapted, starting with getting work and then integrating myself back into a routine. I soon realised that I had a barrage of new friends dotted around the UK and started to visit them. It dawned on me that I was now part of a bigger community, a community that shared and understood  my stories and my feelings. This realisation kept the majority of my weekends and evenings busy, I soon integrated back into reality.

However, my wanderlust never ceased and soon became too overbearing again… I started to plan and save for my next year abroad.


2 thoughts on “The Reality of the Return

  1. And look where you are now! ❤️❤️ Yes we all have troubles readjusting after a big travel trip but it’s all part of the bigger picture and overall journey isn’t it?


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