For the past few weeks I have becoming more anxious about the idea about going home. This is just one of many unraveling thoughts of late. What will I do when I get back home? Where will I live next year? How will I afford the traveling life that has become so normal to me. What I realised was that I have a fear of stillness. I was afraid to go back there. What if everything was the same? What if all that had changed was me and I did not fit into the life that was? Then something changed. I stopped worrying about it.
I think I was worried that I have reverted back to my old self and am not the same person as I was in Argentina. I really loved the person I was there – free and happy. But after calling my second home of BA and speaking to my friends there, I realised that person has not left the building.
I really am looking forward to going back home - time with family, friends and the familiar.
4 years ago
1 comment:
It's funny - you have a fear of stillness; I have a fear of movement.
There is no need to worry. Home and life are whatever you make them, wherever you are. You're a survivor and I'm sure this trip has just cemented what you already knew: you can adapt to almost anything, and still be you, whether changed or not. Don't they say the only constant is change? That applies to ourselves too.
As for where to live when you get back home - you know Melbourne is waiting ;-)
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