Taking the journey of a lifetime comes complete with many things: seeing world wonders up close, jumping off of cliffs into turquoise waters, meeting new friends from all around the world. But a travelers journey is also complete with something that often goes unmentioned: homesickness. On the off moments between the amazing new sights, sounds and tastes is that slight longing for the familiar. Wishing you could cozy up in your own bed at the end of a long day, especially when you find yourself sick. There is nothing like wanting to teleport yourself home to your mom’s chicken noodle soup and the big, inviting couch at home when you’ve caught a cold in Laos.
Thankfully, I’ve got Daniel by my side. My link to the familiar. He’s there for me to grab the closet thing they have to noodle soup (a mediocre minestrone) and to pick up cold medicine from the local pharmacy. I’m not quite sure I could have gotten through the past two and a half months (or the past 3 days being sick) without him.
While these bouts of homesickness fade rapidly with windy bus rides to captivating new cities, they’re still part of traveling. Currently, I dream of carne asada burritos and a decent glass of red wine. No matter where you are in the world, a slice of home is calling.