Nostalgia

Donnerstag, Mai 07, 2015 Studio 56 | studio fifty6 2 Comments

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I'm feeling extra nostalgic today, so I thought why not write a blogpost on this bittersweet feeling I constantly find myself in.

Nostalgia is the pleasure and sadness that is caused by remembering something from the past and wishing that you could experience it again. 

Let's begin. No matter how cheesy this may sound but, I like to divide my life and myself into two parts: before my travels and after my travels.
So, before I never really knew or experienced the true feeling of nostalgia.  Of course I would feel sad after returning home from a nice trip, but that feeling would usually go away pretty quick, within the next few days. I never truly expected that only a few years later I would be finding myself in an excessive feeling of bittersweetness that sometimes would even become literal ache the longer I'd think about it. 

On my travels I would sometimes, not often, think about how different life and all the people around me would possibly be when I return home. Will everything and everyone be the same? No, I definitely did not believe that this would be the case.
But when I came home I realized it: I had changed but home hadn't. It was almost as if time had been frozen here and I weirdly did not fit in anymore. 

But Isn't that somewhat understandable? After months and months of incredible adventures, mindblowing scenery, laughters, tears, despair, joy and endless happiness how could one possibly be the same person anymore? 

It is true: coming home is way harder than leaving home. Post-travel-depression is real!

I found my true home when I was travelling, and surprisingly it isn't a destination.
It is the unknown.
It is the fear of where Im gonna be sleeping tonight. It is the joy of sitting in a crowded bar surrounded by people I met 5 minutes ago. It is the relieving feeling of checking in into a dirty 10 bed dorm after a long exhausting day. It is the smiling new faces I got to meet each and every day. It is the feeling of waking up in the morning and knowing there is a beautiful, foreign world outside there waiting for no one else but me.

The open road is where we belong.