I’ve been travelling for two weeks now and it’s felt like a lifetime. I’ve just started to get sick so that isn’t helping anything, but overall I’m just exhausted and very, very ready to not be living out of a backpack anymore. Only 4 more flights until I’m finally in Paris!
Week two has been just as hard as week one and I’ve learned even more about traveling and myself. With the fatigue and exhaustion naturally comes a lot of negative thoughts.
Becoming physically sick makes the homesickness hard to handle at times. The absolute last place I want to be when I’m sick is in a hostel with 19 other people.
It results in a lack of sense of belonging which can get the best of a person. This week has been really hard. Approaching the halfway point, feeling fatigued from traveling yet knowing there’s still two more weeks was an extremely hard realization.
Not having a true sense of home for almost a month is proving a lot harder than I thought. My advice to anyone who wants to do this would be to keep it at about 2 weeks because I’m having a hard time enjoying myself at times because I just want to be settled somewhere.
That being said, I know this experience is good for me and the tribulations I’m going through will only make me stronger and more independent by the end of this very long month.
(Literally) Lost in Translation 
I miss you baby bird. I can’t wait to see you in Paris!!!
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