Coming home after a long-term period of travel is hard. Suddenly, every day isn’t filled with adventure and you’re not really sure what to do with yourself. You have so much stuff, stuff that would never fit into a 65litre backpack, and it all seems suddenly excessive. Somehow, whilst you have been travelling, the world spinning around you in a blur of language and colour, the air full of new sounds and scents, your blood pumping adrenaline in your veins – somehow, time here has stood still and it is like you never left. Some days it feels as though the last 12 months were some kind of bizarre dream, a half remembered memory that happened in a parallel life. Sometimes it’s really, really hard to remember all the things you longed for from the other side of the world, the things that make home, home. So here’s 12 reasons I love being home – one for each month I was away, to remind me to feel blessed every day, wherever I am; and to make every day an adventure.
What are your favourite things about home?