Wandering an Incredible Life

So, this is what it means to go back home: to wake up one morning realizing that 192 days have passed, that in two hours I will have to get up, pack my stuff into the backpack, and take a plane home. The last flight of this world trip.

I cannot define exactly how I feel. I thought I would have been more excited at the idea, as I was expecting to be incredibly sad for the end of the trip, or wonderfully happy for the people I will meet again. I realize instead that the last six months get me so much used to movement and instability, that I’m perceiving this return just as another change, another plane, another country to visit.

And maybe it’s really like that.

However, I want to let the idea of meeting my old friends, and my parents above all, caress me. I try to imagine the face of my mum and dad when they will see me at the airport. I bet that they will look at me with a clinical eye, to check if I lost of gained weight, to check if I’m still healthy, if I’m in one piece, if their “kid” is all right. But it’s fine with me… after six months spent looking after myself, it will be good to be the cub that is back to the nest.

And my friends, those who saw me leaving six months ago, each one with a different expression, that either celebrated or condemned my trip, which faces will they have, what will they tell me when I will be back? I can’t really imagine it. But this is fine with me too: it will be good to live the surprise of meeting them again, to go out together, to talk, to feel a new joy for old gestures.

I leave one fear on the background -I don’t want to think about it now- but I’m sure I will have to face it soon. The immobility.

When the parties will be over, when the stories will be told, when this trip will be really concluded and archived, the world will stop spinning under me. The old life, static, lazy, will mightily try to come back, will wildly fight to possess me again. The battle will be hard, but I won’t allow it to win, I’m sure of this.

But enough with serious speeches. Now I feel like smiling, enjoying the last sensations, the last emotions, the last surprises of this adventure, and the first ones of all the adventures that will follow.

The “world trip” stops today being just a trip, and starts being a lifestyle. What I learnt, what I had, what I understood, is something that will stay with me forever, and in the very moment that I will get off my last plane, thanks to it I will start a different kind of trip that will last forever, inside of me.

That’s why I will not interrupt my blog here: there are so many other things that deserve to be written, and in time I will do it.

I won’t stop “wandering an incredible life”: this is just the beginning.