Yesterday on Monday June 29, I felt a complete and total depression. It felt like the day after our wedding, such a let down after so much preparation. We spent so much time planning, packing, and prepping for out trip and then it is over so quickly - 13 days was not long enough. Although there were times I wanted to be home, can you believe a man of 34 years of age having homesickness?
It wasn't homesickness, exactly but a tiredness of being in a different country and culture - missing a little easy down time. By the end of the trip I thoroughly enjoyed our downtime in the brown cafe in Amsterdam - where Kirsten and I just sat and listened to the newbie Americans talk to their tour guide and remember how lost we were on our first days in the city.
I miss the anxiety and excitement of traveling. Home is nice but it requires so many responsibilities and daily requirements: We have to do our own dishes, make our own beds, cook our own meals - where traveling is just trying to find new food to eat, coming home and dropping our goodies, and hopping in the hay for a refreshing sleep and preparing for the next day's adventures. It is so easy to find the excitement of life in another place, it is hard to find it day to day and I wonder how I can keep it going.
When I arrived home in 2002 after a month in Europe traveling with my brother, Dan, it was a releif to finally be home and I kept a European Attitude, some of my friends called it EuroRob or EuroBergie, but for some reason it is a little harder this time. Maybe it is just getting older, but I am trying very hard to keep that fresh attitude.
I realize it is just a downer and it is to be expected to feel this way, but the desire for adventure doesn't go away.
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