This is a question I have been asked a lot. Home? I’ve left my my soul in different places and feel like I’ve grown in different ways that I don’t know what home is anymore. Sometimes people make places and that for me goes a long way. I’ve been places where I have really been solo and not had many conversations. Whereas there have been destinations where it’s been non-stop backpackers chatting.
I would urge anyone who is backpacking to not book a return flight home. It can be expensive changing it (trust me it can hurt the bank balance). But home for me is wherever my passport and backpack take me.
I’ve learned that people can be home as oppose to a destination. It can be about the funny bus journeys with everyone singing a long, boat rides or just hiking with backpackers.