How Travel Fatigue Slowly Crept Up On Me

Travel fatigue crept up on me and forced me to slow down so I chose Sozopol on The Bulgarian Black Sea Coast to gather my thoughts and reflect and plan. I’ve spent many relaxing hours listening to the sounds of the sea and watching it’s every movement. Not one is the same as the last. It’s always moving, always evolving.

I realised I’ve been living in protection mode, playing it safe and allowed fatigue to slip in. I’ve been stagnant. I’m half way through my 4th year of travelling. I only set out for one with big dreams and plans. So the first year was all growth, experiencing new cultures, new ways of thinking, new approaches to life, explore a new set of values and beliefs, broadening my horizons. Year 2 was further exploration treading further into the unknown and still exciting.

By year 3 I was becoming weary. I was tired, I’d hit a wall and suddenly I wanted to stop and just live. I needed the time to process what I’d seen and done; to stop and just live an average familiar everyday life. I’d actually lost my way and one of the fundamentals of my personality is I need to plan, I need to have a plan, know where I’m going. I’m not like some people who just arrive. I tried it with no plans and just bumbled my way through the days, one becoming much the same as the other. I began to ruminate on the smallest of things and allowed myself to sink and be ill at ease.

Time by the sea helped break away from the fatigue

Time by the sea helped break away from the fatigue

It took the appreciation of some other travellers showing some of their photos of the extraordinary things they’ve seen and done to remind me of what I’d experienced.

I haven’t climbed mountains, or sought an adreleine rush or been particularly adventurous physically. Those are things I did in my past when I paraglided in Turkey, swum with dolphins in the open sea in New Zealand, black water rafted in New Zealand, white water rafted on the Zambezi in Zimbabwe, trekked the Atlas Mountains in Morocco, free camped in the African Bush in Botswana, snow shoed across the Bulgarian Mountains, rode husky sledges in Colorado and lots more in days gone by. More recently as a single female traveller travelling alone, I’ve spent on and off 2 years volunteering with kids in poverty in India and Cambodia, exposing myself to many vulnerable situations outside of my Western comfort zone, took a relentless 120 hour TEFL course at SEE TEFL in Chiang Mai northern Thailand, taught conversational English, utilised my business skills to improve profitability for a restaurant, helped another plan a growth and marketing strategy, taught interview skills to Cambodian pastry makers, coached and mentored numerous people, hosted a boutique hotel, appeared in a promotional video, improved my writing skills, taken reading classes, helped vunerable teenagers and lots more.

So as a new day dawns I’m feeling hopeful again and looking forward to embarking on a new phase; house sitting. I’m taking it slow and until mid 2018 I’m settled. I have a plan. I know where I’ll be. I know what I’ll be doing.

2 thoughts on “How Travel Fatigue Slowly Crept Up On Me

  1. Liz

    It’s true, living outside the country has its advantages as well as its disadvantages. It’s not just one long adventure. There is lots of downtime. I’m excited for you new housesitting gig. Actually a little jealous. I think I will look into it myself. Sounds like a great way to travel and relax for a bit. Enjoy and be well.

    1. admin Post author

      Dear Liz, So true, there are highs and lows. Let me know if you’d like details for the housesitting site. It’ll get you 20% discount, Namaste Judie


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