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I never want to stop traveling. I have been back less than a week and already I am looking into options for a service project I could do abroad for a couple weeks in the summer.
I think I am very real withdrawl from travel and my surroundings in England. It was probably the best thing I have ever done in my entire life. I have met a handful of really wonderful people I want to continue to get to know and spend time with. I have been places, seen things, traveled by myself, traveled with others. I am not afraid to go out and do things anymore. I trust myself and my abilities. I feel so much more comfortable in my skin.
I no longer hide from cameras and I care little that I am unphotogenic.
Now that I am home, though, it is difficult for me to keep up with the changes that have occurred within me.
It's easier for these differences to manifest and thrive in an unfamiliar setting; there they were able to be born, no need to be shy or shrink away. But they have to learn to live in a new environment now, in a world of the so-called mundane and everyday. And so I need to constantly remind myself of this and to not let my life become static. I have fallen in love with the motion and rhythm of life. Picking up my feet whether it is dancing, hiking, swimming, running, walking. Whatever it may be, I can never happily return to a cocoon where I exist within myself. I love people, and I am no longer intimidated. I feel freed and excited and I think this semester in school, I am going to surprise even myself.
I think I am very real withdrawl from travel and my surroundings in England. It was probably the best thing I have ever done in my entire life. I have met a handful of really wonderful people I want to continue to get to know and spend time with. I have been places, seen things, traveled by myself, traveled with others. I am not afraid to go out and do things anymore. I trust myself and my abilities. I feel so much more comfortable in my skin.
I no longer hide from cameras and I care little that I am unphotogenic.
Now that I am home, though, it is difficult for me to keep up with the changes that have occurred within me.
It's easier for these differences to manifest and thrive in an unfamiliar setting; there they were able to be born, no need to be shy or shrink away. But they have to learn to live in a new environment now, in a world of the so-called mundane and everyday. And so I need to constantly remind myself of this and to not let my life become static. I have fallen in love with the motion and rhythm of life. Picking up my feet whether it is dancing, hiking, swimming, running, walking. Whatever it may be, I can never happily return to a cocoon where I exist within myself. I love people, and I am no longer intimidated. I feel freed and excited and I think this semester in school, I am going to surprise even myself.