Former Appalachian Trail Thru-Hiker (6 months trekking wilderness mountain ridgelines from Georgia to Maine). My return home (Miami area) was weird, wild, confusing. I was afraid of cars, for example…they move so fast…I now understood why so many creatues are killed on highways…they cannot possibly fathom the speed of the oncoming auto…nothing moves that fast in the woods. They either are taken by complete surprise, or think they can get out of the way in time, based on the distance of the oncoming vehicle. See? Sad. Many good answers above. Keep the memory of your experience in a special place; refer to it for pleasure, also, you will find that many of the things you learned, observed, will be of help to you in the most unlikely way. Spiritually, for example. How to overcome difficulties, improvise. It’s still hard to explain, convey, my “re-entry” experience. One thing I did was keep in touch with some of the friends I made along the Trail, both other hikers and local townsfolk in small mountain communities. In fact, I’m still in touch with some of them today and that particular hike was decades ago. Brief glance at an answer above…what a great idea to go to Central Park, other pastoral spots…golf courses are always available, in nearly every decent-sized city; usually the most readily available pastoral spot in town. I don’t golf; just hang out on the perimeter. My strongest spiritual connection is via nature, in particular birdwatching. Consider it, in a serious way invest a few dollars in the book “National Geographic Field Guide to the Birds of North America.” read the introductory chapters, and get a decent pair of binoculars if you don’t already have one. Final thought, a quote, not sure of the source: “If you see God through a window, go back to that window often.” I just burst into tears. Goodnight.