It is hot. It is loud. The nights are long and restless. You feel a little disoriented. Your legs ache for the miles you’ve walked. Your heart aches for the language you don’t know enough of. There’s so much to take in, and you don’t quite know where to start. But when you leave, you will miss it, and you will crave it again. You will miss the sweat-covered walks that leave you coated in dust. You will yearn for the noises and smells and sights. You will look back on these days and want them to come again. You’ll look back and say it holds a place in your heart. It’s happened before. Because deep inside, it’s what makes you feel fully alive.
I shared these words on Instagram and my personal FB page back in May, when I believed we had another 12-24 months of travel ahead of us. How much deeper and truer these words feel now, after being rapidly hurtled back into another world. This was the night I had found a scorpion beside my bed. The night after our anniversary, that we’d been unable to celebrate. And it’s absolutely true, just as I knew it would someday be — I miss it deeply.