Personalities
There is one thing I hate about travelling.
Coming back.
Well, I don't necessarily hate coming back -
I hate the feeling I get when I've been back for a while and I remember why I left.
I hate the feeling I get when I've been back for a while and I remember why I left.
I feel very different about myself and my behaviour when I'm back to my home city.
I feel like I talk too much. I find silence very awkward. In some situations I find other people's behaviour very cold, fake and rude even. I feel like I'm surrounded with strangers - strangers I, still, know. Sometimes I'm even struggling with my mother tongue. And I'm not sure if I like this me - why can't I feel normal and comfortable in the place I was raised at? Why do I feel different in different countries?
I find myself from time to time longing back where people are polite and thoughtful and don't take things for granted. I want to be surrounded by people who are interested in you and don't look at you weirdly. I miss the talking. "Where are you from? How long have you been travelling? What's your favourite place?"
You can talk about whatever. With whoever.
You can talk about whatever. With whoever.
I feel bad I think this way in my own home.
Maybe it's just that my home is somewhere else now.
