I have learned a lot about myself, life and love over the past 10 months, but one of the most important things I have learned is this: Home is where your heart is (I know, very cliché).
I have experienced homesickness, an ache deep within the pit of my stomach, randomly over the past months. Often times it is brought on by a familiar smell, food, scenic area or phone call and sometime for no reason at all. The ache will eventually begin to subside but never fully disappear…very annoying.
Removing yourself from people or places brings on a sudden realization of how much of a hold they have over you, it’s like “Oh man, I must actually like this place.” You will begin to yern for the places that once seemed mundane, boring and all too familiar, for everyday faces and everyday places.
Eight months into my travels my mom and my aunt came to visit me while in picturesque Italy. We traveled from Napoli, Roma, Firenze, Venezia and in between, the time melted away. As soon as my mom wrapped her arms around me at that bus stop it was like I had just seen her yesterday, within 24 hours we were having typical mother daughter arguements mixed up between beautiful memories, all was right in the world (except the fact Trump is running for President, nothing about that is right). When the day finally came to say goodbye to my mom I could not stop my tears, I watched her walk through boarder control and disappear into the crowds and I cried, I wanted nothing more than to get on that plane and cross the Atlantic. But in two weeks I would be meeting Meghan and Tawnee, also friends from home, in Ireland so I wiped my tears and got on the metro. But this time the pain did not subside.
I have purchased a ticket “home” to Indiana and soon I will be back to all things familiar and the ache in the pit of my stomach will begin to subside for a little while but I know it will never go away. They say “home is where your heart is” and I have spread my heart all over the world, leaving bits and pieces here and there along the way, my heart will continue to ache for the places I have been and the places I have yet to go.
But I have left the biggest piece of my heart in Indiana and I long to wrap my arms around her (well mostly my family)…and begin planning my next trip “home”.
Forever homesick and full of wanderlust…yes, wanderlust is a real thing.