I’ve realized there comes a time in your ‘post-travel life’ when the reality that your ‘travel life’ really is over finally sinks in.
I think it’s finally hitting me. It’s a slow, painful type of realization. Sort of like when you realize you left your phone in the backseat of a cab, or that you accidentally threw away something really important.
It’s the kind of realization where you are sitting at your desk and suddenly your brain is like OMG…No more hopping on a plane every weekend to travel to a different country. No more drinking inappropriate amounts of whatever the local alcohol specialty is because you are “immersing yourself in the culture.” No more getting a fat paycheck for 12 hours of “work” a week. No more. Hey, this is the “real world” now…welcome to it.
I think I’ve had this kind realization before. Last time, I called it “graduation.” This time, I guess it’s called “life.”
Well…I’ll drink to that. Cheers.