Resfeber
Resfeber, it is Swedish noun, and it describes the feeling
of a traveller before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation
combined into together. It is often used in the same context with wanderlust,
which is also a noun to describe the strong desire to travel and see the world.
I have gotten a strong urge to create a tickly, anxious feeling for myself
every morning. The feeling, when you step out to the street from the front
door, and everything is new - like you are on your holiday getting to know the
other, strange culture. Even the smell of air seems different while walking down
the streets.
When I was young, really young, I remember the moment I
noticed that home is a safe harbour for me. I could not have imagined, that one
day I dream of living abroad – to go on a holiday occasionally would be
exciting enough. I flew on an airplane the first time when I was 13 years old.
I can recall the anxiety, when I stepped to the plane. It seemed like an
adventure, regardless that it was inland flight. Then I was 17 years old, when
I went on a holiday abroad. Italy, where we located into this really small
fishing town in the area of Tuscany. It was breath taking, of course. Then the
years went by. Four and half years later we were celebrating New Year of 2016.
It was my New Years’ resolution: I will see the world. It was time to cut down
the spends at home and start to enrich the life worth of living by living it.
At that point, I already knew that I need to go for an
exchange on January 2017. When the year went by, I found myself booking flights
to different destinations; I have visited Stockholm, Copenhagen, Prague and
Berlin only during this year. When the journeys were ending, I found myself in
a need of another adventure; Finland, my homeland which I am more than proud
of, seemed irreversibly an adventure, which I have already seen. I have studied
several languages (Finnish, English, Swedish, France and Germany) to diminish
the need to know other cultures, but experiencing lifestyles different from the
already known safe harbour has made the demure thought of living abroad to seize
my head.
I have never visited United Kingdom, even that is where I am
heading to. I love to read quotes, since it is rather easy way to learn new
perspectives of life. I remember this one especially; it does not matter where
you go, as long as you keep moving. I don’t know where I will go after my
exchange period, even if I have already sold all my furniture from home. I know
that the urge, which I have found during the past year, will keep me company.
It will give me home wherever I head into, since home is where the heart is: my
heart has always been with my family and friends. Finding new homes abroad -
owing to friends, and eventually a place where my heart might find a peace and
a state of mind for a while, will create me a comfort place, which I am so
ablazingly seeking for.