After four months in Australia I’m still looking for that something that makes me feel that life is much more than collecting months. Truth is there’s no need to keep looking for answers, they are not here.
It’s funny how everyone likes to talk about how much travelling makes them change, yet I’m the same. Sure I’ve been learning and experiencing new things, but I’m still the same. Same skin, same bones.
When I started this journey I really wanted something inside me to click, I wanted to feel different somehow. I wanted to say: Hey! I’ve been brave enough to live on the other side of the world and now I feel wiser and I know the path I want my life to take.
If anything, I just came to reafirm who I really am. And, no, I still haven’t decided my future yet.
So, travelling doesn’t change you. I got it.
But what I didn’t know is that travelling (for a long period of time and solo *going for a weekend to Paris with your friends doesn’t count*) allows you to be pure, raw. It allows you to return to your original self.
Being out of context makes you start building your life from scratch and every decision you make is not based on how others expect you to react but on how your inner self wants to react. No one is watching so it only makes sense that you’ll end up doing what you really -really- want to do and therefore your purest self is manifesting.
Since I’m here I realized how spanish I am (I guess), how much I value my culture and traditions. How proud and lucky I am to be from a civilised, beautiful country full of colours and history and fascinating places that have nothing to envy to Australia.
We like to romanticise travelling, cuz that’s what everyone does, cuz we read millions of quotes about how life changing it is and how trascendent it is, cuz we keep scrolling through beautiful pictures and exciting videos of other people who seem to be spending the best time of their lifes while we are sat in front of our gray desks in our apparently boring lifes convinced that being there would make us happier.
Perhaps our boring lifes are not that boring and our gray desks just need to be shaken off the dust with new exciting projects. Perhaps travelling is thrilling and for sure it brings you to unexpected situations and places that will forge you as a stronger person.
But don’t be fooled by all of those who tell you that if you don’t travel you’ve only read the first page of the book called life. Travelling implies tears and feeling lonely and lost. Travelling implies boredom and self doubt and taking decisions. Travelling implies a lot of money that you’ll have to earn at some point. It implies to deal with incompetent people and of course you’ll meet some new friends, but you’ll also (most of the times) will have to say goodbye.
A part of me is already thinking about my next adventure in the antipodes, but a part of my soul is also longing to come back home. I’ll keep you updated!