I said yes.. to the bartender when he asked if I wanted another

So I’ve been back in Europe for a while now. My fears have come true. I got a 9–5 job and I’m feeling the pressure to marry someone and make some babies. And although I’m turning 26 only this week, over the past couple of months my family has made sure I feel like a 30 year old something. Little do they know that I’ve been secretly reflecting on my 2 year globe-trotting in between my 4 bedroom walls back home in Riga. My travels are not over yet. Sorry dad.

Taking a break from Europe has given me an opportunity to come back as a stranger or a tourist or an alien? I’m observing the behaviour of my parents and their parents and our relationship with each other and suddenly I get that ‘aha’ moment — so this is what has made me- ME? Or maybe I really am getting old. Aaah. But I must say, it’s nice to come back and realise what a beautiful place I’m from. Don’t know any other city of such decent size with so much nature, especially that much water and greenness around. I love Riga.

In any case, I’m trying to convince my ambitious-self that it has been very healthy to do nothing for a couple of months. No travelling. No jobs. Just a few embarrassing attempts to get my driver’s licence and probably too much browsing on pinterest. I’ve been running like a headless chicken for way too long. Never embarking on a far more dangerous journey of getting to know myself better. Hypnotised by the common illusion that there are not enough days in a week and hours in a day. It’s all about setting priorities.

Travelling has been a great excuse to not look within and confront whatever mess I find there. I acknowledge that. Then I remember the values that I’ve established for myself and all the awsome people I’ve met along the way. And I calm down and conclude- I’m getting old but I’ll be alright.

‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes.’ — Marcel Proust