Travels and Transitions

Transitions Suck!

They really do.

Shouldn’t it be that the more it happens, the easier it gets? That you should get better at dealing with the newness of the people and places surrounding you. Wouldn’t that be fair?

Well either I have been jipped, or that is just not the case.

It is not so much that I dislike change itself. I actually think it is pretty essential. Necessary for personal growth. Necessary for the experiences you never in a million years thought would ever happen to you.

But it is the adjusting from one place to the next that really gets to me.

You put all of this time and effort into feeling comfortable in a new place. Getting to know your surroundings. Networking and making new friends that you just know you will always stay in contact with.

And then BAM!

It all disappears.

You are on a bus or a plane or a boat heading to a new place and once again you are starting from square one.

Now, I don’t want this to be taken as me whimpering and whining. As a “woe is me, life is so difficult” blog. Clearly this is a product of my own doing. I arranged my travels this way and so this is something I must deal with. I have, and rightfully should, only expect some tough adjustments.

But I wouldn’t be doing my “job” if I didn’t address this topic.

This is my fourth major transition of my trip and it is the fourth time I have felt as if I were the only person in the world. Struck with a paralyzing feeling where I have absolutely no idea what awaits and the only thing that is familiar to me is the 25 kilos of luggage on my back.

In the past, this sort of intense paralysis hasn’t lasted for more than a couple of hours past my mandatory nap upon arrival. And if history is any indicator, I know that despite the tough transitions, it is all going to work itself out. Because I made my travel plans for a reason. And I don’t want for one second to leave here saying “man I should have….”

So until I miraculously become immune to adjusting to that ever shifting comfort zone, I guess I will keep trying to stick it out and hope that it will all work out in the end.

Because it has got to right? It’s Melbourne for crying out loud!

2 thoughts on “Travels and Transitions

  1. Melbourne was just rated as one of the most livable places on the planet- and I loved it when I lived there. I hope you do,too!

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