"How have you been doing since you've returned?" I asked.
She looked me straight in the eyes with a sadness I instantly understood, and said, "It's been hard."
"Yeah, I came back from London about 9 months ago, so I know just how you feel!"
"It's like...you've lost your spot. Right?"
I nodded my head and thought to myself, "She gets it!"
These moments are magic to me. So magic, I'd almost call them a divine reminder that we are never alone in our struggles.
The danger lies in never telling our story for fear that no one will understand. Plenty of fellow nomadic souls understand. Whether you need to speak with a therapist, a friend, a fellow wanderluster (in my case), or a brick wall (but maybe find a person instead)...TELL YOUR STORY.
...Tell your story because it's important, and you're important.
...Tell your story because it will help you heal.
...Tell your story because everyone deserves to be heard.
...Tell your story because what you're feeling is not ridiculous, and somebody understands!
Because there's something powerful in the ability to connect with other people--other temporarily lost souls that may not be lost for the same reason, but feel the same existential longing within themselves. I will tell you that once you start baring your soul, you will not be able to stop. You are not alone, so tell your story.