Post-trip depression

I love travelling but what i don't like about travels is when you go back home. How everything seems so boring and flat.
I love seeing all these new things and meeting all these new people.
It's weird how you can get very close from some persons very quickly when you stay in an hostel and how you actually miss them and they leave.
If I could, I would just be travelling around the world all the time. Jumping from plane to plane, my home would be planet Earth.
I know exactly where I want to go next. It has been becoming more and more of an obsession lately. At first, I thought it was for a specific reason, now, it's just that it's like a force pulling me toward it. Because i always end up bumping into people living here and I end up feeling this very special vibe when talking to them.

I wanna go there. Why is it with me that I always end up liking persons with who it's not possible?

Just magical, just intense, just vibrating, just unforgettable, just this better feeling and this fuck i could have actually liked something deeper.

How can I possibly lower my standards when magical things like that happen?? And why can't this magic last longer?