THE WORLD IS A BOOK AND THOSE WHO DO NOT TRAVEL READ ONLY A PAGE

On Monday night I came back from London and up until now I have been trying to recover. One of the things I enjoy the most is traveling but I absolutely dread the part of coming back home. Don't get me wrong, I really like the city I live in most of the time especially after longest winters, I like my home and mostly I feel really happy about my life here. But when I go to a trip, every place I visit seems to be better than my own. I guess that's the problem most of us have - it always seems better somewhere else because grass is always greener on the other side, isn't it? 

What doesn't help is also the fact that there are people I really love who live far far away. The feeling of constantly missing someone is so hard to live with and I think pretty much everyone knows what that means in this global world we all live in. It's absolutely amazing to go on trips to visit someone you love but I'd much rather have the people I love close to me all the time. It doesn't matter where I go, when the day of leaving comes I become so so incredibly nostalgic and it seems impossible to me to go home. I become attached to places and people really easily when I travel and the thing I hate the most in life is goodbyes, oh my, I hate the moment of saying goodbye to someone you really love, look through the window of moving buss and wave while you try to hold back the tears really unsuccessfully. I hate not knowing the next time we get to hug and talk again and it's awful.

I guess life is that way. We meet so many people and some people cross our roads for a brief moment, for couple of days in which we share amazing conversations, create great memories and then we separate and our journeys together end possibly forever. Or maybe not, you never know what life holds in the future. But that's an awful moment when you realize that  you got to know the person you've met couple of days ago so well that it's painful to leave.

Every time when I get back home from somewhere there is a feeling that I want to change my life so much, it's pretty much the same once the new year comes. After a while this feeling disappears without anything really happening and we continue on living with our normal lives. The weird thing is that I don't even like London as a city that much, this time it's more about the people. I mean, even people you meet in streets seem to be much more interesting there than they are here. 
After coming back home I always feel trapped in here, my home always seem so small and this place I'm supposed to live doesn't seem to be anything I'd like to live in. After a while, this feeling goes away, I adjust to life here and don't want to leave anywhere else. But now I realize that this world is so big, there are so many people to meet and more and more I travel, the more I get the feeling that one day I will probably pack my bags and leave for a longer time than I have ever did. Even though before any trip I always want to stay at home where I know everything and everything is so familiar and calm, I realize that I have to see more of the world and one week spent in a different place is completely not enough to me.