The end of a trip is always hard. Right now, I can’t say I’m sad, because I haven’t even left yet. But right now I am probably getting as much as I can out of my last day in Mexico.
Finishing a trip is always an emotional experience for me. It’s the end of that special time with my various travel compatriots, with new friends, and with the new country that probably ended up changing me more than I expected. Travel always teaches you something new.
It’s that ending feeling that always leads me to continue to travel. The sadness only leads its way to seeking out further happiness. I am going to go home, hug my family, and then almost immediately begin planning the next trip.
It isn’t a hobby. It isn’t a passion. It’s a lifestyle. I don’t think I could ever give it up for the world.