I’ve been back in the States for over a week now. I’ve been able to relax and I’m falling into my old routines as well as starting some new ones. It is just starting to hit me that I am back home for good. After traveling for a month and being thrown into a different culture and a different way of living, it really starts to change how you think about the world. You think differently about your home. Your country. Your leaders.
Getting back home and entering the same, normal grind as before you left makes the entire experience feel like it was just a dream. A mirage. Did I just daydream all of this as I lay in my cushy, comfortable American bed enjoying the sterile air conditioning? Not a day goes by without some random memory from Italy popping into my head. I miss being able to walk down to the old battlements and stare out over the lush valley as the cool, seemingly unpolluted Italian air hits my face.
I don’t know when I will be able to travel outside of the United States again. I think it’s incredibly important to do, however. There is a very bleak future ahead of us in this country. Seeing the ruins of Rome only made me think that Washington DC will be like that soon. Corporations continue to gain power and politics continue to divide. People are unhappy. Political parties aside. We have well-trained combat veterans coming home to no jobs and broken homes. Hunter S. Thompson probably said it best: “…with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.” Although he was talking about the hippie movement, it somehow seems relevant.
I’m not sure why my mind went off on a political tangent but that’s what I began to think about as I saw the world outside of the cushion of America. I hope I can get out of this country again soon.
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