The Lonely in Traveling

I’ve found that as fulfilling as travel can be, I find loneliness in it too. For we’ve found places, people, landscapes, and connections with things never even imagined before. We’ve discovered parts of ourselves that we hadn’t known existed and we’ve experienced vast amounts of memories that in the end no one else will ever understand… No story, no vivid recap, no play by play will ever let another person into your experience fully unless they were there with you. And so here it is… The loneliness that comes with being our whole selves. Yes we’ve found ourselves but what about everyone else. Have we left them behind or have we been left behind? Hard to tell sometime really…
Four months living somewhere else, somewhere new, and somewhere alone with the past 22 years of my life behind me. These people only know four months of it and frankly that’s all they’ve got from me. An impression of four months. Although that forms it’s own connection, it is of it’s own, and where do we go from here? What have we got once we leave the place that we pretended was reality for quite some time? We have a head full of views, places, and unknown territory that has now been searched and excavated but what have we really got to share?
I’ve gone searching for connections, as previously stated and figured before, but have I found them? I know I left for lack of communication and relationships that helped me out of the place I was so used to with the people I had grown to love but now that I’m here making connections, I wonder if they are fulfilling enough for myself that I can accept the fact that they are mine and only mine to keep and know and not to brag about to the rest of the world..The rest of the world doesn’t care where you’ve been, or what you’ve done. Of course to a certain extent they are curious, but travel is for the self. The inner self, to lighten it with wisdom and memories of experience that will somehow teach us something we’ve yet to learn by staying in one place for too long.

But all I’ve got to say is that I’m lonely in knowing that I can not share my travel with the world as it has shared its travel with me.