Breaking up with normal. Taking the plunge. Buying the plane ticket. This must be the hardest part right? Dont get me wrong, turning your crazy thoughts into even crazier actions takes some fucking balls. But this is just the beggining..
So there you are, alone with yourself, your thoughts, your flaws, your insecurities. It’s up to you now. No one is coming to save you. You swallow your fucking brain and move forward. This must be the hardest part right? Wrong again.
Anything remotely normal is now so far beyond you, you begin to question reality. Everything looks new and shiny. Everything feels new and shiny. The ocean shimmers shades of blue that you didn’t seem to notice before. Your fears begin to float away between the glistening grains of sand sparkling in the sun. Then you look over and your phone is gone. Fuck! How will I navigate? communicate? You feel naked. A bit lost. Confused about how the world could be so cruel to you. But low and behold dear friend, this is still not the hardest part!
No one tells you that every hello is accompanied with a goodbye. Seems obvious right? But in that moment, when you are holding that person for the last time, that person with whom you’ve shared so much, with whom you could have spent 1,000 more days, it hits you. It really really hits you. This is the hardest part about travelling. Falling in love and saying goodbye. With people. With places. With moments you could have lived in forever.
Every goodbye takes a little chunk out of your heart. And it fucking hurts. Until you realize that those chunks are actually puzzle pieces. And then you grow stronger, you find solice in knowing that you will always be connected to those people and places. In the end, your family grows and the world feels smaller. You can breathe because you know without a doubt that any pain you feel is absolutely neccesary and worth it!
What is the hardest part about travelling for you?