First time home since traveling, can't relate to friends/family anymore

Fuck it but out like half my post. I don't know how good this is at stayyin on topic or if I even said what I meant to say.
I feel like they can feel the restlessness on you it's a different vibe on both sides. There's something off and sometimes I think it's me but I know what it is. I feel like a different species. Even have different stuff in my pockets and different patterns. The normal world is throwing me off the loop and it gets more unrelatable everyday
 
Living like this let's me be more of an observer of the world than to be a part of it. You kind of float in a strange reality at the edges of society. This is made 'worse' by the random normal people you see everyday. Most of them don't want to see you and will do anything not to acknowledge that you exist. For example, when your flying a sign at a grocery store curb and the driver almost has a car accident bc they refuse to look at you or even in your direction. That happened twice today. If they look, they might have to acknowledge you, if they acknowledge you they might have to question themselves.

The things they see as problems, the things I used to see as problems, I could care less about. By the same token, the things I see as problems, they completely take for granted. I'm not worried about getting a whopping three percent raise at work, I'm worried about getting enough day labor to feed my ass and get me out of town.

I once thought that as soon as I got tired of traveling that I could just quit and live a normal life. I look back at that now and I can't believe what a complete dumbass I was. Even if I could stand to be in one place and have a house I wouldn't be 'normal' bc I just can't see myself ever caring about the bullshit that normals care about ever again. The things that I've learned, the things I've done on the road have fundamentally changed me forever. Terms like good and bad are relative so I won't judge the changes, it's probably enough just to admit to the change.

I suppose this doesn't deal with old friends and family but I think it may help to explain the disconnect some may be feeling.
 
I'm fighting just leaving and catching out almost every day.Between work,attempting to deal with "normal" people and maintain a relationship is really starting to break me down.When I was travelling full time there was a simplicity to it.My gf doesn't really understand the mentality.I can't really explain it bit yeah the road does something to you for sure.
 
Thanks for sharing all, this post is super relatable. I love that van life but I've been stationary for about 2 years, helping family, focusing on career, slowly losing my mind. Traveling just transforms one's perspective in a way those that don't travel can't relate to, and the disconnect gets way too intense sometimes. Telling my cautious, tidy boyfriend road stories usually ends up with him looking shocked, saying something like "I can't imagine."

It's a difficult balance to strike though, because travelling can take it out of you in a different way. I wish there were a good place to nest and chill without buying back into the bullshit.
 
Grubblin said:
Living like this let's me be more of an observer of the world than to be a part of it. You kind of float in a strange reality at the edges of society. This is made 'worse' by the random normal people you see everyday. Most of them don't want to see you and will do anything not to acknowledge that you exist. For example, when your flying a sign at a grocery store curb and the driver almost has a car accident bc they refuse to look at you or even in your direction. That happened twice today. If they look, they might have to acknowledge you, if they acknowledge you they might have to question themselves.

The things they see as problems, the things I used to see as problems, I could care less about. By the same token, the things I see as problems, they completely take for granted. I'm not worried about getting a whopping three percent raise at work, I'm worried about getting enough day labor to feed my ass and get me out of town.

I once thought that as soon as I got tired of traveling that I could just quit and live a normal life. I look back at that now and I can't believe what a complete dumbass I was. Even if I could stand to be in one place and have a house I wouldn't be 'normal' bc I just can't see myself ever caring about the bullshit that normals care about ever again. The things that I've learned, the things I've done on the road have fundamentally changed me forever. Terms like good and bad are relative so I won't judge the changes, it's probably enough just to admit to the change.

I suppose this doesn't deal with old friends and family but I think it may help to explain the disconnect some may be feeling.
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YES!!!
 
I am a 24 year old solo female traveler. Going to my hometown to see my family can be excruciating at times. They do not understand my need for freedom and j do not understand their desire for normalcy. Finding this site is a breath of fresh air thank you guys so much!!
 
yeah im in the same boat....but its even worse cuz ontop of getting yanked off the road I got put in prison ..now im out n visiting my folks...anyway yeah it sucks....getting out of prison is a whole nother issues tho…..41 months is a long time
 
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