Well, after over 18 months travelling around the world, I’m finally returning to America. It’s a big f*cking step. Oh, correction there, I mean to say “USA” not America.
Anyways, my flight leaves for Dallas, Texas from Berlin, Germany in less than 6 hours. My backpack that I’ve taken with me around the world is empty – some clothes strewn about on the floor. My laptop, obviously, is on my desk and instead of filling my backpack I’m writing a blog post.
A homecoming of sorts
My feelings about returning to America are a bit weird. I’m returning as almost an entirely different person (while still remaining the same). Travelling for so long and to so many different places really opened my mind on so many different things—from politics to geography. The biggest difference between Adam 18 months ago and Adam today (yes, hello third person) is that I’m now an openly gay male. So much so, in fact, I’ve started an entirely separate gay travel website at My Gay Travel Guide.com with personal travel stories, gay travel tips and other travel news targeted toward gay backpackers.
So, going home on that note is definitely a bit weird.
But you know what? I’m pretty excited, too. Excited about finally feeling so comfortable with myself (hello Berlin) that I have very little fear for the future. Excited to see my family again. Excited to visit my adorable niece. Excited about the future. There’s a huge sense of closure looming over my mind. Eighteen months in 13 countries. An ending.
And then there’s the Mexican food, of course: