It’s been one year since I’ve stepped foot on European soil again. One year of being back in my home country surrounded by friends and family. A year that has been quite different than I had pictured due to the Covid pandemic. Getting back into my ‘normal’ life of work, living in the same place, in a not so good climate, paying rent, only having weekends off and having a steady relationship. Accompanied by recurrent compulsive mental flashbacks of sunny beaches and palm trees, riksja’s and temples and the peace of mind of not knowing where you’ll be the next week. Post-travel blues is existent but controllable. Comeback In general coming back has been good. Being close to family and friends, my own bed and the comfort of being somewhere you know your way gave a lot of comfort in the beginning. Of course, due to Covid-19, everything was slightly…
