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Coming Home: The Part Of Travelling Nobody Talks About

Featured ~ Holly Smith ~ 3 Comments

Deciding to quit your job, pack your bags and say your goodbyes would seem like the hardest part, right? At least, that’s what I thought.

Back To Reality

After 4 months in America I was back in my childhood bedroom, watching TV on my laptop and unpacking a new wardrobe I’d managed to build up (enough t-shirts to last a lifetime actually!). I’d forgotten why I even applied to University, what I was doing before I left and worst of all, what direction to take with my life.

Friends and family were doing the same as I left them – same jobs, relationships and social circles. Nothing had changed. That was the confusing part because it felt like everything had changed. But it wasn’t them that had changed, it was myself. The way my ambitions changed, the way I perceived people differently and the new things that were important to me. I felt completely out of place and disconnected, which is funny considering I’d grown up in the same place for 19 years.

After plenty of hugs, catch-ups and my family now content I’m back safe at home, it’s expected that you will fall straight back into normal life like you never left. The truth is, returning home is tough and few people I feel would openly address this.

Post-Travel Depression (PTD)

More than just your typical holiday blues. So much there’s even an acronym for it – PTD.

It hit me before my flight landed on homeland when I saw the landing strip at Heathrow Airport – small, grey and windy. I felt like such a bigger person than before I had left (not due to the amount of Taco Bell’s consumed) but like a sense of accomplishment for finally ticking off those big bucket list items. I returned with zero in my bank balance but instead a year worth of stories, and probably over-using the phrase “one time at camp…”.

The weird part is that nobody can ever really say anything negative about coming home after travelling, so saying how I really felt never came to mind. I mean, who wants to listen to you talk about the downside of having the best adventure that you chose to do? Therefore, you move on with things. Or try to.

PTD can’t just be attributed to a reverse culture shock and I wish I took it more seriously. But if you do experience any of the same below, I encourage you to do just that. Take it serious.

  • Continuous low mood
  • Anxious, upset or tearful most of the time
  • Low energy/irritability
  • Avoiding leaving the house so to not have to engage with others
  • The feeling that your life will not be as fulfilling as it was when abroad
  • Spending excessive amounts of time engaging with friends abroad online instead of those around you
  • Changes in weight/appetite
Steps To Overcoming

Accepting your new reality is part of overcoming post-travel depression. So whether you’re experiencing this or just feeling uneasy about returning to old routines, here are other ways to make this adjustment easier.

  • Don’t go back to work/studying immediately – making the most of my visa meant I had four days in between arriving home and starting back 2nd year of Uni full-time. Not the best idea Holl! If I had given myself time to adjust and overcome jet lag properly, this would’ve helped massively. Aim to give yourself as much time as possible and find that new routine. Don’t even rush to unpack if it’s too straining, just hug your dog, cat or just catch up on Netflix.
Jet lag hitting mid-lecture
  • Go explore your local areas – the truth is, I’d forgotten about what I loved at home, from favourite home meals to pass times. Even my favourite beach. Take a look at your own city with eyes of a tourist, it’s amazing how you’ll come to appreciate your own culture by just being away for a little while (for me that was realising how much I missed a Tesco meal deal!). Taking that time to remember or even find new places can really help reverse that culture shock. As tempting as it is, don’t stay in bed. Keep busy and get yourself out there.
  • Catch up with friends – one of the best ways to get passed this phase is to surround yourself with other people. Isolating yourself will only increase those negative post-travel blues. If it hadn’t been for my best friend nagging me to come over, I would’ve isolated myself more. So for that, I’m lucky. I’ll admit, at times I was too busy catching up with my friends that we’re now scattered across far parts of the UK. This does help, but connecting and surrounding yourself with friends still at home helps even more.
  • Take care of yourself – being on the road and stopping off for food, any idea of healthy eating goes out the window (healthy eating in America is somewhat a challenge!). Try a long walk, go to the gym, go swimming or just getting an early night. Take time at home as an opportunity to take care of your diet and overall well-being.
  • Be grateful – although travelling is not all plain sailing, not everyone gets that opportunity. Be thankful for all those experiences and places you can say you’ve been. Start by making that Pinterest-perfect photo collage and be thankful for everything you learned. Maybe even jot them down. You’ll come to realise this will be more than you thought.
Three Years Later

I’m still shocked by the impact that coming home had. But is this a reason to not travel? Absolutely not. Jump on that plane. More importantly, I’ve realised that feeling devastated post-travelling isn’t that strange when you’ve had the biggest life experience. I still love the city I live in and appreciate everything it has to offer.

The good news is, once you’ve seen a part of the world, exploring another part doesn’t feel as intimidating. It took me a while to come to terms with, but it is possible to have an equally fulfilling life after spending time abroad.

“No-one realises how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow” Lin Yutang

After reading many other blogs, it seems this is more common than I imagined. So, I hope that sharing my experience can help others if they’re finding things tough returning home after long-term travelling. And always keep in mind, the best is yet to come.

I’d be really interested to hear any thoughts on this:

Is this something you’ve experienced? Did your experience differ from what I’ve mentioned? Did I miss a tip that you think is essential?

Let me know!

What I Learned As A Camp Counsellor

Featured ~ Holly Smith ~ 1 Comment

This is my first crack at writing a blog post so bear with me on this one.

Honestly, I had no idea where to start or if I should talk about a personal experience. I’ve been asked about this before, so I guess this is where thinking back to better times in lockdown has led me.

Let me set the scene

I spent two summers working as a lifeguard at a co-ed private summer camp in Minnesota, famous as “The Land of 10,000 Lakes” which catered to campers aged 6-17 years old. Who knew watching kids falling laughing off a banana boat could be so fun? With working pretty much 24 hours a day the experience was intense, but I soon understood the phrase “the toughest job you’ll ever love”.

The Beginning

Camp America was always something that caught my attention, and after flicking through the blogs and videos of the travelling opportunities, my heart was fully set. The idea of spending my summer break from uni working increased hours in my retail job didn’t appeal and I think ultimately sparked my motivation. Surely my 4 month break was worth doing something with?

After attending the recruitment fair in London and being rejected by my favourite looking camps (which I vividly remember causing me to have a stressful cry in the toilets lol) I was finally placed by Vonda, the camp owner at Camp Pillsbury. Before I knew it my visa was accepted, CA fees paid, bags packed with too many “essentials” and I was off. I left home 3rd June 2017, to fly across the other side of the world to work and live with people I’d never met for 3 whole months. Think it’s fair to say my nerves and excitement were at an all time high.

Was I going to make friends? Would I get home sick? Were people going to like me? Was this too big of a jump at 19?

After some cheesy induction activities, gossiping with my new room mate, exploring downtown Owatonna, ordering enough dominos to feed the 5,000 and fitting Walmart standard fairy lights in my room – things were starting to feel like home.

“What is a camp counsellor?”

Some of you may be questioning what the role actually involves. I’m happy to tell you it doesn’t involve some sort of therapy. I hope that by outlining what I’ve learnt can give some sort of insight below.

  • Confidence & Personal Development

If you would’ve told me before the summer that I would get up and sing or do a funny dance dressed as a bloke both on stage (I can neither sing nor dance) I would’ve told you where to go and laughed. Even if your not the loudest of the bunch when leading group activities, those times when your forced out of your comfort zone to do something fun for the kids and act silly builds you up more than would realise. My sarcasm and immaturity was paying off for once.

  • Independence

Independence isn’t just for the 4th of July.

Despite those amazing celebrations which ironically is the Americans beating the British, independence was a big one for me. Living at home with my parents the washing was often allocated to them… but not anymore. When you realise you’ve run out of knickers, adulting suddenly becomes real. Not just the practical things but ‘flying the nest’ so to speak, exploring different states and hiring cars for a road trip whilst not having to text your mum to say you won’t be home for tea.

  • Friends for life

At home I confess, my alarm wakes me up and usually I’ll check Instagram. But at camp I woke up next to my room mate, who is still one of my best friends today. We talked about anything and everything. Within a week from meeting at the airport to planning out our summer, complete strangers became lifelong friends. That included a few life stories, crying together (good & sad tears) and laughing so hard I swear my bladder weakened. Those bonds you make really set the tone for the summer, it’s the perfect place to be your full weird self and I felt so lucky to have a family away from home. Not just British counsellors, I met people and made friends from all over including Brazil, Poland, Mexico and America (of course!).

  • Working with kids

Although this seems obvious, this is one aspect that pulled on my heart strings more that I thought. Prior to camp, I wasn’t deemed the ‘maternal’ type as my mum kindly puts, but this quickly changed. I never expected to bond or actually like working with kids, but when your faced with campers of all ages with ADHD, other disorders, difficult past/current lives and some being pulled through the fostering system, it made those goodbyes some of the hardest I have ever done. It really opened my eyes to how much you can actually change a child’s life. Having those conversations and having them open up you about their lives was really difficult. This became the most rewarding part of all because ultimately they look up to you and you can be that ear to listen that they wouldn’t always get at home.

  • Appreciating the small things in life

As cliché as this may sound, it’s true. My general attire wasn’t exactly Victoria Beckham standards – to be frank I wore swimsuits, t-shirts 5 sizes too big, flip flops, no makeup and my hair was generally windswept and smelt of lake water. At home it’s so easy to forget the small things, but here I was too excited about trying s’mores, flying on the trapeze, setting free a butterfly, watching fireflies, driving the boat for the first time (bricked it) or watching my first thunderstorm (bricked it some more). It was all full of firsts, so much so that checking my phone and social media really didn’t matter. I was in my own bubble where what really matters comes through.

  • Travel

I managed to squeeze in 17 states and 9 national parks over my first summer. That was pretty intense so it’s fair to say my experience of the American culture was jam packed by the time my visa expired. Although corn dogs didn’t rock my boat, I was converted into a fanatic country music lover. Just ask my boyfriend. Guilty! Here’s a few pictures of some of my favourite places to round this off.

  • Badlands – South Dakota
  • Chicago, Illinois
  • Canyonlands, Utah
  • Rocky Mountains, Colorado
  • Zion national park, Utah
  • Joshua Tree National Park, California

I hope that whatever your interests are that you find this insightful. Just to note, everyone’s experiences are different, so I only speak for myself on what you may expect if you’re considering Camp America, something similar or just curious.

If you made it this far thanks a bunch! I’d love to hear any feedback or thoughts!