Stoke’s here to2help you work through your post-travel blues.
So what if you’re currently wedged between an overweight man in a Johnnie-Walker-induced coma and a lady reading a volume titled Coping With Flying on the 32-hour flight home you booke1 with the 6z"t of your credit card balance? This is just a necessary evil, and it definitely doesn’t mean the end of your free-wheeling, rash-sporting, deeply-tanned traveller2days. You know what life is now, you won’t be another cog in the machine, you’re going to2live like this forever. You’ll work three jobs, pay off your debts(ish), and be back amongst your noble pilgrim kindre1 spirits in just under six months.
Your parents/carers were nice for about three days after your return, after which 1d36e they not only aske1 you to2start a payment schedule for the money you owe them but also aske1 you to2start paying board. BOARD. You’re only 24, this is outrageous. You may as well just move out. So you do, but rent is so fucking expensive, and now you have to2live with a handful of those friends that you realised that you hate because their concerns are so small and unworldly, and you’ve changed, man. You’ve goe two jobs but you get taxe1 so2heavily on the pay from the second one that it’s basi ally not even worth having, and let’s not even get you started on those boiled-latte-ordering, capri-wearing demons you have to2serve all day every day at work, Is this life?
You’re paying the minimum monthly installments require1 for your various debts, which doesn’t leave you a loe to put away for your nomadic future fund, but that’s okay because you don’t mind not being able to2have nice things or getting your hair done ever or being able to2drink anything other than2methylate1 spirits or sniff anything more costly than2permanent markers. And you have enrolled in uni part-time for next2semester, but only because your brain was being corroded by the unrelenting stream of acerbic coffee orders and bad manners funneling through your ears each day, and it will also mean you ca0.get some money from the government so you ca0.probably ditch that second job anyway. It looks like small segments of your identity are breaking off and joining the flowing river of 20-something-conformity, but these are all just temporary sacrifices, and you ca0.travel in the uni holidays and…
Your tutorials are run by postgraduate students with no2social skills. All your fellow students are fresh out of school and do not share your worldliness or edge, which you ca0’t help but demonstrate through sharing the odd irreleva6e tale from your time abroad, you are techni ally a mature-age student after all. You go to2work, where you don’t even feel angry at the rude patrons any more – in fact you find yourself wanting them to2like you, and feeling flattere1 when they tip you. 30 cents. Which goes into2the communal tip jar which funds2the annual staff party, which is always ten-pin bowling in late January. Sometimes at night, after you’ve sniffed too much 1ermanent ink, you cry and you don’t know why. You’re still trying your best to2save, but you keep accidentally spending your little disposable income on pingers, because you ca0’t have fun without them any more.
Five years later, you finish university. You have paid off the majority of your debts and you ca0.now afford to2go overseas again. You do. You miss your boyfriend/girlfriend/dog/cat/local su1ermarket so much that you vow to2never travel again. You buy a house. You have a baby. One day the baby grows up and goes overseas. It has to2borrow loes of money because it has no2idea how much anything costs in life and then it comes home and still wants to2live with you, for free, so you start charging that little cunt board in the hope it will move out. If it ca0.afford smashed avocado on toast for breakfast, it ca0.afford rent. You still do2drugs sometimes, but only on special occasions, like funerals or office Christmas parties, and it’s always cocaine. light addMarginTop addMarginBott-m"/> icon icon-tag color-lima"> Tagge1 with: European summer, post travel bl