meeting people

it's a all a little bit strange. going home!
after just 30 days here in armenia, i've started thinking about going home.
i'm ready to go home. i've had a great time here, i love the work i do on a trip like this. i love meeting new people, seeing new places, trying on new ideas for size. but at the end of this month, here is one happy camper ready to go back.

back to friends, family and the girl i love. back to well-known routines, and a country that i know so well, it's like an old pair of shoes you don't want to give up, because what if the new ones aren't as comfortable. back to well-knowns. the ability to buy cornflakes and cook my own dinner. the right to call any one of my friends on any given night, and just pop over, or have dinner together. watch a football game, go to the movies and actually understand what they're saying.
but also back to a place where you're not constantly thinking about your actions, because the culture, the language and the people are different, and you don't really know what will offend, what will please, and what is just not done.

the one thing that is kind of sad is all these new people i've met. in a single month i meet more people than in a year back home. some of them are complete strangers, with some i have very little in common, and very little interest in persuing relationships. but with most, i just haven't had the time to find out. and never will.

i don't know if they could or would become friends. long-term acquaintances. people i could discuss real issues with. issues that matter to me.

for most, if not all of these people, i'll never find out. i might come back to yerevan, i might even come live here one day. anything is conceivable. but realistically speaking, my world is somewhere else. long-term that is. there are simply too many people i love in denmark. too many reasons to stay. i hope i'll have more opportunities to live and work abroad. i wouldn't mind coming back to yerevan, or anywhere else i've been, to work and live, and breathe. but the probability is low, and the probability of that place being yerevan, even lower.

so what about the people i met? most likely they'll just glide back out of my circle of acquaintances. we might keep in contact for a while. i even hope i'll be back for a short-term stay some time soonish. but most likely they will slowly slip out of my acquaintance. not forgotten, but no longer an integral part of who i am. it's kind of sad. mostly because it's such a certainty, and because there just might, conceivably be someone in that group of people that would make my life richer for having them as a friend.
in a way it goes with the territory. with travelling in this way. with being such a restless person. constantly looking for that thing in life that makes a difference.
and i don't regret it. not like that. i just makes me wonder. wonder what all these short-term relationships, passing acquaintances, new impressions, add up to. what they all mean, and how profoundly, or superficially they will end up influencing my life.