My extremely well-traveled and well-loved French mama/ English teacher at the school where I worked as a ESL assistant last year happened to mention that sometimes, travel makes you appreciate where you come from. I was, as usual, not really sure about my direction in life, keen on seeing all life had to offer, and not sure if I should be bummed about the idea of having to slow down, in order to enjoy other aspects of life (and the job thing).

This came as a surprise to me; I never thought of travel being a way to enrich your experience of home.

But actually, makes a lot of sense.