I don’t travel as much as you do, and i am sure you are right about all these consecuences of traveling for that long.
But, i came to realize when traveling... that when you do so, you find a part of yourself that usually isn’t there when in the routine. When in the routine you already have all these friends and connections and things to do, you settle and stop connecting with others.
So, when you walk down the street ( the one you’ve walked a million times ) you don’t look around to see who’s there . When in a bar with your friends, you are having so much fun with them already, you probably won’t care about all the other people who’s there and you would probably like too, but you don’t need more friends so you ignore them.
When traveling you are eager to experience new things and learn about a new culture, a new language. You open yourself up to every possibility and every person you find along the way. That is a magical feeling, because you are giving yourself the possibility to connect with others without judgement even. People you would’ve never given the chance to approach you when in the routine turned out to be fascinating and even though you’ve met them only for a couple hours/days/ weeks you connected with them in such a magical way, you feel you’ve known them all your life. And even after your trip is done you keep being friends with them from the distance and your connection was so strong you actually feel like they are a big part of you now.
My point with all this is... When doing so with people all over, i would assume you end up with a bunch of friends everywhere and feeling like your home is the whole world.
Or does the excitement of meeting new people and learning from them vanishes after a while of traveling so much?