The idea of writing this article comes to me while I am sitting in one of the coffee shops in the boarding area of Dublin Airport.
As always when I return to my second home - I spent 8 of the best years of my life in the Irish capital -, I would've been great. You paint, football match with my former Irish team mates, more pints, a walk in the center, etc. Of course, an important cold and that damn bedroom window, which does not have good insulation and has given me a sore throat.
Thanks to this, what I really want to do is board the plane and arrive at my home in Alicante, where the beach and the sun are sure to wait for me, despite not having yet entered February.
And, sometimes, that's what you need, especially during trips with the backpack that last for several months. There comes a time when the body and mind ask you to return home. At least, it happens to me. I don't serve to be an eternal nomad and I like that, because it means that I have a place to return to, in which I have roots and I feel happy.
But… When does that time come? What are the symptoms?
Well, here I leave you a few. If more than three or four are given, you better think about buying the ticket back home.
It may happen that, after a while traveling, suddenly, forests, mountains, rivers, beaches and even cities, no longer surprise you.
Although there are obvious differences between each of them - and your eye perceives it - the feelings that arouse you begin to be void.
Do you remember when you saw the first waterfall from the trip and you stayed half an hour watching the water rush into the lagoon. Now you just take the picture of rigor and leave. You stop paying attention to sunrises and sunsets and the search for the perfect place to see them is over.
This is one of the clearest signs that it is time to return home.
The falls Lisbon, South Africa
It is a defect that has many people just leaving home. The famous phrase "Yes, it's very good, but in my country it's better”I have heard it in the mouth of hundreds of travelers. When the thing is repetitive, I have had to contain myself so as not to say: “Oh yes, well stay in your wonderful country!”.
However, this is more understandable if you have been wandering the world for a while. You start to miss family things and your attack of patriotic chauvinism will be passable.