5.5 years

Just realized that I am 5.5 years on the road. Each trip and each period has its own difficulties and each its own moments. Traveling around the world is a great experience and gives you joy and bad moments. I’m the first one to advice anybody to go on a hike or a trip and try to find him/herself. Great moments and sad moments!

After 5.5 years I start to figure out what I miss the most about my country. Let’s be honest, one of the reasons why I started traveling in the first place is because I didn’t like my own country. You imagine it gives me a strange feeling considering that I miss something about the country I disgusted in the first place.

5.5. years or 2007 days or 66 months is a long time ; yes, i’ve visited my family once in a while, but that is not the same as living back in my own country. Visiting family is considered a holiday or a temporary stay with my family.

Anyways, I considered that what I miss the most is not my family (really – somehow yes…. so that I don’t set them off when they read this…), not my regular hangouts, not the delicious food, nor the gentle and honest people, … What I miss the most is being able to speak in my own native language. You imagine that ?! Language is something that allows you to communicate with peers, coworkers, the store-manager around the corner, etc. Language is such an intrinsic value that makes a person relatively unqiue. Hard to imagine but you can somehow relate to that, I hope…