I am back, after 3 weeks on the road and living out of a suitcase. 3 weeks of discovering new cities, meeting new people, hearing stories, bonding with family, witnessing so much beauty, overcoming fears and discomfort, and making memories.
I hate this part of traveling. Coming home. It feels like I never left and the past weeks were some kind of a distant dream. I hate this post-travel-blues. I guess the only way to fight it is to plan the next adventure.