The first time as I was going home leaving Lisbon Airport I just felt empty. I was just so sad to be back, and that it was already over...Do you know when you feel you're in the wrong place? Yeah, that's what I got! All I wanted was to get on the plane again and go back to Switzerland where I considered to have left my home.
I was home in Portugal for 1 month before going back again, and it was such a complicated time, like everything got me upset and I felt everybody was invading my private space (since for 3 months I had my own home and did everything how I wanted and suddenly I was at my parents house again with them yelling for the dirty dishes in the sink).
The 2nd time was the opposite! I came home to Portugal with a sense of relief...how weird is it that you can get such different feelings with a similar experience of coming from the exact same place? Travel has this these things, it surprises us over and over again and it challenges us every time and that's something I cherish about traveling.
Wondering if I one day go back to Lugano, Switzerland, how I'd feel once I came back...interesting to think about (though i might already know the answer...)