It took a long time to realize that I am back. Well being honest I think I am still somewhere else. After four weeks back home it still feels a bit absurd saying I am back home.
I actually did not think that coming back home would be the hardest phase of my journey. How could it be? I was coming home with so much joy and excitement.
Now I quess it is a mistake to think that you could accomplish 10 months journey far away from home without any feeling of culture shock.
So yes. It will come. If not on a way it will be waiting for you when you get back to your home door.
I did read about the difficulties of homecoming but I quess I thought it won't have anything to do with me. I will be exception.
Well you know what? I am not.
Adapting to this westernised lifestyle where it feels that everything that counts is just money, work or security is pretty frustrating. It kind of felt that I am not part of it: that I do not want to start to talk about pension insurances and other stuff. COME ON please I just came from the world where people might not even have ever heard about pensions.
All that I have just went through feels that it is too far of everything. It is almost impossible to tell about my experiences briefly in a way that people could understand. And I know that no matter how much I will tell people can not fully understand. Never. The world over there it is just so different what we have here... but at the same time it is so similiar. And that is the hardest part to try to pass on.
People have been asking how did I go through all the dangers which I was surrounded by. Well I am laughing: I am saying here I am - I am alive - I survived!
Yes the life out there it is dangerous. Sure it is. But I mean... the chance that something would happen if you use your common sense is the same that by driving a car you would hit a moose in these Nordic roads. It can happen but does it happen to you? Maybe - if you are really unlucky.
I was not afraid more than home during my South-American journey. I am not sure what exactly I should have needed to be afraid. Everything that needed to be under control was under control.
I have also heard it many times that it takes courage to take off and travel overseas. Without support of my loved ones I would still sit next to my laptop and admire the blog posts of other travellers. No one really wants to be the one who stays home thinking "wish I could do the same" - the whole lifetime. Am I not right? I did what I needed to do.
I know I am priviledged. I know that this westernised lifestyle has made this kind of experience possible to happen for me. I am a lucky humanbeing. I am grateful. I created this school of life and I went through it. The last phase is just stil on process.
Homecoming.
I will get through this culture shock. I need to get.
I have gathered valuable knowledge and skills that will be only a benefit for me but also for the life around me and for the society.
And one day I will talk about the pension insurances... But let me just take some time to digest a little bit.
