About two weeks ago I wrote about coming home after 21 months of travel. Lots of people responded that they always loved to follow my travels but that the ‘After Story’ was the most interesting to read. I asked myself why, because I would think travelling, new destinations and new people are far more interesting than me coming back home. Soon I realized that reading about traveling, amazing destinations and new architecture is great but for you, as my readers, it also feels a bit stand-offish because it’s hard to relate to Fiji or Indonesia when you’ve never been there. That’s why the coming home post was so popular, because that is something you can relate to. Most of you are at home, so you ask yourself: how does it feel for someone to come back in my world after such a long time of traveling.
Coming home was part 1. Part 2 is being home.
It has been three weeks and I haven’t been alone for a second. We’ve planned something every single day. Not even knowing that we did it, until someone asks you to meet up and you realize you already arrange 5 other meet ups with friends and family.
Besides those meet ups, we also been meeting up with brokers to find a new place to live. Do you remember that I talked a lot about down sizing? About selling your big house and live in a small place to save more money to live instead of pay the bills?
Well, that’s something that we are trying to accomplish. Finding a place that’s big enough for us but not too expensive. We are looking for a good and cheap deal but that takes time.
It’s weird how time changes when you are back home. During our travels we never knew what time it was, but now I have to know what time it is because people are waiting for us, the shop closes at certain times, office hours and more. Suddenly a few days in a row is a week again. Saturday and sunday, those days that were the same as all the other days are now suddenly part of a weekend.
Being back home is weird. It makes you think about a lot of stuff, about rules and norms and values that we created our selfs. Why did we create rules? Some are just to crazy to be true and it makes me laugh. Another thing that makes me laugh is what people makes them mad. The smallest irritation makes them angry. Why? Don’t waist your time on being angry. Waist your time on being happy.
Something I have to say: What the **** do we make a fuss about?!
The best thing I’ve experienced while traveling was to look at the world in a new perspective. This is something you can’t learn yourself, it’s something that you have to experience and then you will learn it.