After three weeks in India, I gave up on long travel and returned to London. Not because India was loud, noisy, too dirty, too much. It was perfectly pretty and much less trouble than I expected... but no matter what I tried, I couldn't bring myself to feeling it. To be honest, I haven't really felt it since my month in Vietnam in December 2011. The minute the plane touched down in Heathrow, I knew I was in the right place. It was the right place all along (although if Japan was more gay and woman friendly, it would be a fierce competitor).



Reviewing two years of almost full-time travel, I have to admit that I'm bad at long term travel. Moving every couple of days or even weeks is not for me. I am flexible and love change, but I'm also a homebody. I need somewhere halfway steady: a kitchen equipped to my needs, a wardrobe with choice, a desk and bookshelf of my own. No more, but no less.



Creativity does not come to me on the road, and neither does the peace of mind to work consistently on any other project.



So, back to London, the city I fell in love with 10 years ago and that hasn't (emotionally) let me go since.



Will I stay here all my life? 
British people have always loved to ask me: so, when will you return to Germany, and my answer is: when am unable to make a living here (which, after I qualify for benefits even in case I should be unable to work, is highly unlikely).


London has always been and will be my home, and I'll keep returning. If I ever buy a house/flat, it will be here. I can see myself packing up things in London to live somewhere else for half a year to a year several times in the future. When I like a place, I want to know everything about it, live like the local, become fluent in the language, learn to cook like a local grandmother. When a place doesn't captivate me enough for that, I always feel that my trip there is just 'all right' after the sightseeing phase has worn off.



What will the future bring?

I see lots of short trips within Europe and 2-3 week trips elsewhere in the world. But the space in between is not for me – I'm an expat. Neither a tourist nor a backpacker. Nomadic, but knowing exactly where it is that I belong.  

In this big, overpriced, dirty, rough, beautiful, wonderful city that is the only place where I feel 100% like me.



What kind of traveller are you? Long term traveller? Expat? Short term vacationer or armchair traveller?


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