I recently returned from my short travels to Venice with my SO and I'm already feeling some sort of way. It truly is hard to return back to your mundane lifestyle after some travels, especially when you live in grey old London.
(I say that but London will always be my home.)Regardless, it was a swell old time, I explored somewhere new, embraced a new culture and made new friends. Does anyone else get butterflies in their stomach when visiting a new place? The excitement, the endorphins, come crashing into my gut, giving me the best feeling in the world and then the worst as that moment is never forever. The pictures help with the nostalgia but nothing will ever beat that moment of time when you first set your foot off the plane, when you breathe in the air of another country into your lungs, when you open your eyes and see the beautiful city around you. The memory makes me smile but also haunts me as I get worried I wont be able to experience that feeling again almost like love, it's scary to let go, it's hard to look back but there's something called hope, there's always something to look forward too. We humans are great at achieving what we put our minds too and that thought will always comfort me amongst all those other feelings, so arrivederci Venice.