Homesick in Europe

I’ve never really felt homesick because I’ve never really felt at home anywhere. I have had lots of great friends and enjoyed a lot of places that I have lived, but I don’t feel like I really belong anywhere. Well……now I do. I belong on the road.

But for the first time, I’m homesick. For Chicago summer. For Colorado 14’ers. For friend’s weddings. For music festivals. But most of all, I’m homesick for being a part of someone else’s crazy stories.

My good friend Kyle sends me long rambling email updates 1-2 times a month about his life, my old career, new dubstep, and current romances. I read them and miss being a part of those stories; now I’m just someone that stories are told to.

Everyone’s life is progressing back home: engagements, new jobs, marriages, babies, etc. My life is progressing, but in a fundamentally different way: I am learning who I am, what I like, where I want to be, and what type of people and experiences I want to surround myself with. It’s just different and another aspect of long term travel is leaning how to cope with (and embrace) those differences.

While many people have told me they are living vicariously through me on my travels, I am just as much living vicariously through them on their exciting progresses.

Keep growing.