Apologies for how long it took this post to surface.
Tomorrow, it'll have been a full month since I got home, and I cannot even begin to describe how strange that is. In the space of that month I've had Christmas and New Year with my family, moved into a new apartment in Jamaica Plain, started classes, a club, and a new job. I said goodbye to my best friend, who's in Ireland for the semester, visited friends, and gotten used to replying to people in Spanish (in my neighborhood) or English (at school). I've stopped feeling like I'm going to wake up in my bed in Rabat and go see the same 24 people I saw every day for four months. I've started missing the friends I made in Morocco, and craving random Moroccan foods (still not sheep).
It's only been a month, and I'm already back to expecting the usual, day-in and day-out, the usual.
One of the strangest things is not having some huge milestone to look forward to in the near future- I spent the last half of my time in Morocco thoroughly enjoying Morocco, but definitely anticipating my return home. Now that I don't have a mental countdown constantly ticking away in the back of my mind, it feels a little bit empty, a more vague sense of future, of what next?
I still feel like I've gained new perspective, but the flip back to American life wasn't nearly as difficult or long as I was expecting it to be.
And I always want to travel, that will never change, but now I feel different as to the type of travel I'll do. I know I won't have nearly as long to devote to one country as I did in Morocco, so how will I feel travelling for weeks at a time? I certainly won't feel that I know or understand the culture, or that I've seen anything different than what every other tourist sees- I'll be scratching the surface. But I guess that's unavoidable now.
I don't know if I'll continue blogging- maybe when I travel next. Till then, stay well, dear readers.
Tomorrow, it'll have been a full month since I got home, and I cannot even begin to describe how strange that is. In the space of that month I've had Christmas and New Year with my family, moved into a new apartment in Jamaica Plain, started classes, a club, and a new job. I said goodbye to my best friend, who's in Ireland for the semester, visited friends, and gotten used to replying to people in Spanish (in my neighborhood) or English (at school). I've stopped feeling like I'm going to wake up in my bed in Rabat and go see the same 24 people I saw every day for four months. I've started missing the friends I made in Morocco, and craving random Moroccan foods (still not sheep).
It's only been a month, and I'm already back to expecting the usual, day-in and day-out, the usual.
One of the strangest things is not having some huge milestone to look forward to in the near future- I spent the last half of my time in Morocco thoroughly enjoying Morocco, but definitely anticipating my return home. Now that I don't have a mental countdown constantly ticking away in the back of my mind, it feels a little bit empty, a more vague sense of future, of what next?
I still feel like I've gained new perspective, but the flip back to American life wasn't nearly as difficult or long as I was expecting it to be.
And I always want to travel, that will never change, but now I feel different as to the type of travel I'll do. I know I won't have nearly as long to devote to one country as I did in Morocco, so how will I feel travelling for weeks at a time? I certainly won't feel that I know or understand the culture, or that I've seen anything different than what every other tourist sees- I'll be scratching the surface. But I guess that's unavoidable now.
I don't know if I'll continue blogging- maybe when I travel next. Till then, stay well, dear readers.
