= I missed you, Montpellier!
As soon as we opened the door into our new apartment and settled onto one of our two armchairs that make us feel like Carl and Ellie in UP, I immediately felt a sense of comfortable euphoria sweep over me.
We’d spent six weeks on the road over December and January but by the end of it I was pretty much done with this whole trains, planes and automobiles business.
It’s kind of ironic considering my last post about my first adventure which had me itching to travel more. But since that first time we’ve travelled a lot and, while adventures still make my heart do a little happy dance, we’ve also learnt that there can be too much of a good thing. Travel fatigue is real, and it’s a pain in the derrière.
At the beginning of our trip I was so excited by everything that I was running from Christmas market to Christmas market glugging down gluwhein after gluwhein, sausage after sausage, and inhaling history.
By the end though I would stare at churches, pick things up in shops, put them down, and feel nothing. It was sad. I wanted my excitement back. I’d tried with all my might to muster up the joy but my ooh’s and ahh’s were a pitiful version of their former selves. Eat, see, do just wanted to be eat, unpack, sleep – note: I never tire of eating, although maybe I was a little sausage-d out post Germany and Poland.
So, while we were in a new apartment which was of course, you know, new, it was still a familiar town. We shot out to our familiar bakery to buy our familiar bread, headed to our familiar café for familiar coffee and showed Jono’s mum proudly around our familiar little home town. He’s written his own lovely little post on how we missed Montpellier on his blog.
I’ve realised these last couple of weeks walking around town, how very much I will miss France and more specifically Montpellier when we eventually leave. Maybe we needed to get away to realise just how much we love it here. It’s still an adventure – it’s still got that newness to it that makes it exciting – but it’s an adventure we can have in between doing normal day to day familiar things.
Going to the flea markets on weekends and making random excursions to the beach to fly kites and pop over to an ancient cathedral which just happens to have a bunch of peacocks hanging out outside are just some of the ways you can spend a weekend here.
Being back also made me realise how much I liked having somewhere to come back to. I’d never understood how people tired of travelling before, the idea of being a digital nomad appealed to me a lot but now I’ve realised it’s harder than it seems. I like a certain amount of routine and familiarity and I think we’ve both realised that the idea of settling down is maybe not so bad. Maybe.
On a separate note, I keep trying to write apartment with two p’s. I think French is bastardising my English. Still, at least I’m getting my own back by trying to bastardise French and often throwing in English words with a French accent. Half the time it works. Half the time I just have French people looking at me going: “Le quoi?” Yesterday at my first blogger event in Montpellier I discovered that insentif (incentive with a French twist) is just not a word. Bugger.
So, have you ever experienced travel fatigue?