Please exile me to the most beautiful time

Chapter 15 Afterword
An Aventure from the Deep Ditch
This is my third book on travel, and I can finally write about travel itself.

After going away, wandering for a long time, moving on, and investing in a brand new thing, I think I am qualified to write such an article.If the theme of the first book is taking this step and the wonder and excitement at the beginning of the trip, and the theme of the second book is the long-term wandering, the indifference after looking at the mountains and waters, then the third book is about the long journey. The end of the trip and a peaceful return.

This is my timetable: I started traveling in September 2011, stayed in Jordan after seven or eight months of continuous walking, set off again after 9 months, traveled for 4 months and returned home before June 10. After a midsummer and early autumn with morning and night turned upside down, I went on the road again, and went further than the last time.

In this long travel story of more than 3 years, the trip with the most stories happened in Jordan.It was the first time in my life that I experienced a stop after a long-distance trip. It was like a high-speed train that was driving all the way suddenly braked violently. Due to the huge momentum generated by the inertia, I was completely stunned.In reality, there was no seat belt, and my whole body rushed forward in disbelief, seriously misaligned with the stopped feet. The consequences can be imagined, and I was seriously deformed.During the few days I stopped, I fell into an unprecedented fear. When I woke up in the morning, I started to cry for no reason. Until the tears flowed down my face, I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I could only stare at the front in a daze, and my brain couldn’t think. , it is difficult to even speak.I frightened myself, and quietly asked myself in the dead of night, what happened to me?
All this stems from a sudden stop.I can't use the most accurate language to describe the feeling as if the soul is floating outside the body. I have never felt that the world in front of me is so unreal.A few days later, everything began to recover, and the world returned to being within reach. I jumped up again, and explored Jordan with full curiosity.

Such a tragicomedy has never been repeated.After returning home, there were no sequelae.I guess, this is probably a love affair, a soft love affair that slowly climbs up from a deep ditch.Sometimes, I feel that people will suddenly grow up in a moment after transformation.If you haven't felt that you have grown up, it's because you haven't experienced an unforgettable transformation, but you don't have to worry, what should come will always come.

Take the countries we visited during the journey, some countries are still in the primitive society, some are still before our liberation, some have just entered our 80s, and some have surpassed us by more than 20 years. Although the worst and the best are thousands of years apart, you can still meet them, and sooner or later they will grow into what we are today.When we accept this fact, looking back, we have already traveled a long, long way. On the way, you have grown up.

Come back home
Flying from Myanmar to Yunnan, the border inspection staff looked at my passport back and forth and asked: Did you go out the year before last?The answer: yes.Ask again: Have you never returned to China?The answer: yes.Ask again: What are you doing outside for so long?The answer was: I didn't do anything.The crumpled passport was stamped with the first Chinese entry stamp when only the last few pages were left blank.

On the first day back to Nanjing, I drank and chatted with my father who had been reunited for a long time. When talking about the travel experience, my father couldn't hide his joy and pride, and encouraged me to continue to explore those continents I had never visited, such as South America.My father got a little fatter, and the house was repainted.That day, my father was too drunk, yes, I haven't seen him in two years, and no one can control the excitement in his heart.

After the initial exciting period of returning home, I calmed down and looked around. Nothing had changed, and it was exactly the same as before I set off: pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, traffic was busy, and words such as job hopping, high salary, buying a house, and buying a car were repeatedly reminded on the Internet. , the sun is still rising high.When a fast-growing country is on the rise, few people can stay out of the tide and not be swept in, unless you are willing to hide in a remote corner.Human beings have a herd mentality, maybe they are not in a hurry and walk slowly, but when everyone is shouting to be fast, to sprint, to run, no matter how unhurried people are, they will be anxious.

If human beings are divided into two categories, one is those who like stability, and the other is those who are always tossing, I am a person who is always tossing, and I will never tire.A year after I came back, I started a small business with a few friends, and experienced the feeling of being a small boss. I didn’t need to check in, and I could do my own thing freely, and earn some travel expenses by the way.Gradually, I began to get used to this kind of life without going to war.

But one day when I opened the mill website, I saw the travel photos posted by the "little fresh meat", and my heart that had been deposited for a long time was torn apart.In the end, I still couldn't control it. In a word from my friend, I didn't look like a boss at all, but a passionate traveler, ready to go at any time.

Maybe, she was right.

I turned off the computer, packed up the files, packed up the luggage, and headed west, following the guidance of the setting sun, and moved forward quickly and slowly!

This is not the end of the whole story, but the beginning of a new one.

(End of this chapter)