As time goes on, and I make it to places I've always wanted to go (THAILAND!,) traveling defines me more and more. My desire to explore, try new things and push every boundary I can is almost unlimited and it just grows every day. But there's one thing that gives me pause before the next jump into the unknown. It's never money or time or willpower. I hate to admit it, but it's my personal life.
It sounds glamorous to have best friends all over the world and to- ooh la la- date foreign men. And, let's be real, it definitely is wonderful. I'm so fortunate to feel as though I have a home in Serbia and a sister in South Africa.
But I'm a traveler at heart. Friendships and relationships do not co-exist easily with my need to hop a plane and wind up in a new place for months at a time. It's the most bittersweet part of traveling. To create incredible friendships. To have a fleeting and wonderful relationship. And then you say goodbye. And that's that.
Some pause because of fear, others because of a job. I pause because I've already said so many goodbyes.
I'm sure the French have a word for this. Anyone know it?