Living abroad or even just travelling can be a life-changing experience. If you spend a lengthy amount of time away, there are bound to be things that happen that you will remember forever and that you will undoubtedly relate back to or reflect on at some point in the future. You will also, without a doubt, want to tell other people about these things. After a certain amount of time, however, it starts to feel like you’re saying the same things over and over again; you’ve become a broken record, or so it seems.
I have been back in England for just over two weeks now and all I seem to do when I see other people (friends, family, family friends, waiters, bus drivers, bankers, the dog down the road…you get the picture!) is talk about my year abroad, Paris, Sevilla and what it’s like to be back home. A lot of this has been quite excusable. For the first week or so, it was all that anyone would ask me about, so logically it was all that I would talk about. Since the end of my first week back, I’ve been asked about it a little less – also logical, as I have seen almost everyone since I got back, but there are still one or two stragglers (come on people, I’ve been home for, like, aaaaages now), so I still talk about it.
I love talking about my experiences abroad, but it’s getting to the point now where I’m getting worried that people are going to think that I am bragging about it, or that I’m saying the same things over and over again for attention. That this has happened isn’t a surprise to me – it happened two years ago after I came back from South Korea for the first time. All that would come out of my mouth would be “Korea” this and “Korea” that and it eventually got to the point where I had to ask my housemates if it was annoying them. Thankfully, it didn’t, but they’re very understanding people.
I shouldn’t have to feel bad about having an amazing time abroad and wanting to share it when I get home. I shouldn’t have to apologise for only talking about my life in Paris or my life in Spain or my upcoming holiday to South Korea. These are the things that I can relate to right now. Hell, this was an entire year of my life! These are the things that excite me, that get my blood pumping and give me a reason to push forward with university degree and my TEFL course. These are the things I live for!
But what I need to realise is that the only person making me feel bad is…me. No-one else seems to mind too much! (Unless you’re hiding it, in which case keep it hidden please!) And I’m sure as hell that I’m not the only traveller/year abroad student/person who’s taken a gap year that this has happened to. And I’m also sure that this will definitely not be the last time it happens!
To all my travelling, year abroad friends: has this ever happened to you? Have you ever felt guilty for only talking about your time away?
And to all my non-travelling friends: does our constant “When I was living in Paris” this and “When I went to Spain” that get on your nerves?
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