And yet it really does. A lot has happened since I returned. New job, new routines, new place to live. New people. Important people that I met not too long ago, when I think about it.
I'm pretty comfortable with where I am at the moment. I'm still figuring out exactly where that is, but it seems to be a place that I should be. I loved the traveling. I miss it already (have, in fact, been actively missing it since about three days after my return home). New Zealand was an amazing experience, I will be talking about it forever, and it changed me in ways that I notice and quite probably in ways that I haven't. But I don't know if I'll be doing that sort of long-term on-my-own trek ever again. Travelling is necessary. It is required. It will happen. And sooner, rather than later, if I have my way. But the context and the scope will not be the same, and never again can it be a first wild step toward independence and Learning About Myself (as cheesy as that sentence may be).
It's a little sad. But, surprisingly, only a little.