The one who was going through the return flight syndrome

It's a strange moment, that moment when the plane leaves the tarmac over there and speeds into the sky towards the “"back".
You look out the porthole, your heart a little tight, and you tell yourself that you hate that word. Back.
As if everything you had just experienced belonged to a parenthesis that you close with regret.

On paper, you come home changed, inspired.
In reality, you come home with that little dizziness we know so well: the feeling of emptiness after the intensity.
The gap between what you have just experienced and what awaits you at the finish line.

The city lights, the suitcases, and the reality that awaits you at the door.

THE return flight syndrome, It's that subtle mix of nostalgia, gratitude, and a slight existential blues.
A shaky transition between two worlds: the one where you felt fully alive… and the one where you must “to resume the normal course of things”", in a world that is no longer the one you left and in which you have evolved and changed.

But this time, something is different.
You feel that this return is unlike the others.
You're not simply returning from a trip: you're embarking on a new beginning.
A new phase of your life, more conscious, perhaps more aligned — even if everything is not yet clear.
You are leaving a place, but also a version of yourself.
You leave behind the one who doubted, who waited “The right time”.

You see yourself again, a few days earlier, walking without a specific purpose, finally breathing, light.
And you promise yourself to keep that energy, even amidst the noise of everyday life.
Not to let the return erase everything, but on the contrary, to make it a springboard.
Because, ultimately, the real journey is perhaps the return journey:
the one where you learn to bring the elsewhere into yourself, to start again without denying what you have experienced.

You know the next few days will be uncertain.
Everything will take some time to adjust.
But you can already feel the movement.
A quiet desire to start again, differently, at your own pace.

So no, going back doesn't erase anything.
It simply becomes the continuation of the journey.