Somebody told me a few weeks ago that coming back home only gets harder every time. It was at least reassuring to see I wasn't the only one having a hard time readjusting. The old is new again but still too familiar for comfort. I wonder whether having a new perspective will do me any good or will only further drive my dissatisfaction with the society in which I live.
The best way I can describe what my exchange abroad has given me is wanderlust, desire to wander or travel. That is what I hope to do with my studies and with my career, but for now I need to cope with the banality of routine. Paying more attention to my 'home' and noticing new aspects of it has kept me motivated, but that is not to say I can spend a day without reminiscing of my travels.
