Last night while I was lying in bed I was thinking about my times in San Francisco and on the East Coast last year. I miss those times so much.
I miss seeing new places every day. I miss being so exhausted every night from soaking up all these impressions. I miss walking through a city for hours, and seeing all these buildings, people and social interaction.
I miss hanging out with fellow travelers from all over the world in the youth hostel in the evenings. Meeting people who have come from different places, and yet end up at the same place you are at right now. Like the Indian guy in Boston who went to UT and might be moving to Heidelberg. Or the two Aussie girls who were traveling the world for a year who did some kind of (archeological?) project who I met in San Francisco.
I even miss having to share my room with different strangers every night. Wondering who will be the next person(s) in my room. It’s fascinating how for a few days people’s paths cross and then each goes their way unlikely to ever meet again.
I also miss the sun. I want to travel again. I never realized it, but I loved this way of traveling. Staying at a cheap place and diving into the city by myself, no organized tours, no big groups, just me and that city. Eventually I figured out my pattern, how I always felt really overwhelmed, just wandering around aimlessly for a few hours on the day I arrived, and then the days after that I got more and more comfortable with my new surroundings - until the day I had to leave them again.
It really is a unique feeling.
I want to travel again so bad. Part of it may be that recently I have been so stressed out with school & some private issues, and I want to escape. I want a break from everyday routine, from my life. I hope I get that chance again soon.
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