You talk about traveling or working abroad but what happens when it’s all over.
Working a season abroad are some of the best times of your life. That hassle free, fun and crazy summers. Making so many incredible new friends and memories, but what happens when it’s all over?
All good things must come to an end. Unless you have a reason to stay over winter, we all have to catch a flight back to our home life. Part of us can’t wait. Fresh bedding, a hot powerful shower and seeing our family and friends.
The first two weeks of arriving home in 2013, after my first year in Malia, I was devastated. I felt so low and lonely and no one could understand. How could they know how I felt. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy as larry to return to see everyone, nevertheless, a part of you has been left behind.
I had met people I felt I could call family. I couldn’t just hop on my little ped and drive down to the strip to see everyone. I wasn’t 30 seconds from the beach where I could just watch the sunset with a pint of mythos (and blackcurrent of course) and just relax.You spend your summer wondering how things have changed back home. Maybe some one has moved house or job, some one has got engaged or you know someone who is now expecting a baby, but, nothing changes. You realise it’s you that’s changed.
Maybe not in the way you dress, or your hair, but what does on in your head.
Sometimes you can feel more lost in your hometown then you do when you’re abroad.
This is why I think once you have traveled or worked abroad once. You just want to continue exploring.
That’s why it’s called the travel bug.
Before you know it, your sat back on your couch or in your car. Back in the miserable weather thinking it all felt a dream. Where had the last few months gone. It feels like yesterday you got on that flight ready for a summer of your lifetime. You think of all the people you’ve met, the hilarious memories and crazy nights. The places you’ve visited and the things you’ve done. However, you’re now back home. It can take weeks to get back into the flow of home life however there always seems to be a slot. You walk down your main town street the next day and everything continues as normal.
Yesterday you were 3/4 months into a season abroad in the sizzling sun without a care in the world. You have all these mental and wonderful memories and no one knows.
The day I got back to Leeds in 2013 at the very end of August, I was walking down Briggate, the main shopping street in Leeds city Centre. I had not seen one of my most visited places in months. I was fresh meat, I was back, yet everything was carrying on as normal.
Your friends are excited to have you back. You are happy everyone is happy and healthy. Your glad to see everyone but they don’t understand. They don’t understand the misery you feel. You feel alone because you’re used to be constantly surrounded by people. Your back in your comfort and yes, this feels beautiful but part of you is left over abroad.
You’re the shiny new object. You have a tan, a million stories, new habits and workers jokes. You have experienced things people never will. Maybe witnessed things you wish you never had, done a few outrageous things and have created this unbelievable summer. It then passes. Life carries on and we are back to what we are supposed to call reality.
The questions then come. When you getting a job? What’s your plan? You getting a boyfriend? All you can think about is the experiences you’ve had. You just want to hold on to them.
I find that while you’re away you start to appreciate the things you have at home. How lucky you are to live in such a modernised and clean country. You change as a person without even realising. Sometimes it might take us to get home to realise how lucky we are, nevertheless, I also find sometimes it takes us to get home to appreciate the lifestyle us workers live. The little rules, the countless lazy days and numerous nights we don’t even know what day it is.
We talk about the hard parts while we’re away – finding jobs, making real friends, staying safe, learning social norms, misreading people you think you can trust – but these are all parts you get through. All of these lows are erased by the complete highs you experience. – Kellie Donnelly
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