let’s talk about travelling. one of my favourite topics, of course. I’d dreamed of travelling for as long as I can remember, always encouraged by my dad. I would always talk to him about it and he was the person that gave me that final push that made me take the leap. to go from dreaming about travelling to actually travelling. so it happened, with a rucksack on my back. I got into the car and waved to my family. never knowing when I would see them again. I still don’t. my belly in knots. my mind racing. I’ve been travelling now, for one year and four months. and everything has changed. I am barely the same person I was this time last year. I am pretty sure I don’t even look the same. and it’s all for the better. when you travel you are always meeting new people. every single day. and when you travel you talk to all these people more. back in england I would never strike up a conversation with a person in tesco’s. but now I am happy to talk to a stranger about how cheap the chocolate milk is,- did you know it was on sale?? sometimes these conversations are a fleeting hello, small talk. other times its a life-changing conversation, where you know you’ve met someone that you want to spend more time with. so this is the beauty of travelling. every single day you get to meet people you would have otherwise never met. and when you meet people that you really connect with your brain goes into this, happiness overload. because when you meet someone you want to spend lots of time with them. you want to learn more about them, to try and understand them more. and you can, and you do do that. but these relationships always have a time limit. because you are both travellers. which means one of you will be leaving, sooner or later. and this is the travellers curse. to meet people, connect with all these beautiful souls but you don’t get to keep them. this is good for you as a person, because you learn to enjoy the moments and that people aren’t yours to keep. people are free, floating around and not to be tamed. you are lucky enough to experience them on a deep and personal level and sometimes this is enough. to know you got to meet these people. meeting them is the gift. being able to say goodbye is something you soon learn, never gets easier. but that is okay. I would rather have a life filled of hard goodbyes than empty friendships. and when it comes to that final farewell, even though the hard goodbye is dancing before your eyes you got to meet someone who changed your world in ways you never thought possible. a hard goodbye means that you built something incredible. and sometimes this thought alone is enough.
I hope you enjoyed the first of many writing post. I wrote this a few days when I thought about having to leave Byron Bay. Even though I am ready to move on and see other things, the thought of saying goodbye is hard. My last post was about my wee blog revamp so maybe check that out here, if you wish. stay kind. stay hydrated. eat your veggies. look after your soul.