Goodbyes Are Hard.

I started writing this when I said goodbye to you. And when you left. And when I left you. And we both went our separate ways. I started writing this in my head, after every goodbye I’ve ever said that’s broken my heart, and left me wishing goodbye wasn’t even a word that existed. I started writing this years ago, but I’ve only just put it into words.

Recently, my friend and I were speaking of goodbyes, of farewells, of separating and going our own ways.

“Surely, for someone like you, who’s been travelling for over 3 years, saying goodbye must be easy.”

The truth is, saying goodbye is never easy. And I think it’s only gotten harder and harder.

Of course, I’m not talking about saying goodbye to casual acquaintances – random people you meet in hostels and chat with over a coffee, or even people you might spend a whole day with sightseeing and talking about this and that. Those goodbyes are perhaps, not easy, but you accept them as a part of your reality. No, no. The goodbyes that I’m talking about are the ones you still think about days, weeks, months after they happen.

Travelling as much as I do, I’ve come to realize that real connections are hard to come by. People you really click with, people you feel like you’ve known for years after just a brief interaction, people you get you. When I meet these people, as rarely as it happens, it’s so easy to just be with them that I always end up being around them longer than I would ever have planned. I mean, it’s not like I have anywhere else to be, right? But inevitably, the longer I spend with them, the harder the goodbye becomes. And when we finally do part, the goodbye is always a heart-wrenching moment, as I leave with my eyes full of tears, always, fighting the urge to turn around and go right back to them.

But as with all things, the feeling fades, and eventually, I remember the wise words of A.A. Milne,

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

How lucky I am indeed. ❤


Taking Blogging Seriously…

Day 5 of Project Write-Something-Everyday.

It’s already getting kinda hard to keep up with this. It takes some sort of dedication (which I may or may not have) and determination (which I am most certainly lacking) to keep writing something, anything, every. single. day.

I mean, it’s not that writing is hard, or unenjoyable. I find that it comes quite easily to me, and I quite like watching the words appear on my screen as if by magic. The difficult part exists mostly in my own head. That I want to do justice to all these stories I have to tell, by punctuating them with pictures and funny anecdotes in such a way that it not only gives me joy to share these stories, but hopefully also brings a small smile to you, my reader.

I thought about writing about the time I got robbed (the full story with blow-by-blow action), but that 10-day debacle would require careful crafting. I thought about detailing my trip to El Valle de Anton, in Panama, but I have no idea where the photos are for that trip. I thought about sharing my thoughts of friends and goodbyes, but perhaps that’s saved for different time when I won’t be stepping on too many toes. All that thinking about writing got me thinking.

If I’m going to make any headway with this project, I’m going to have to start taking it a little bit more seriously. Try to figure out what the big posts are going to be. And what the little posts are going to be on days when I don’t have the time or energy to write a full blown blogpost about this or that or the other. Start jotting little notes about ideas for posts, as and when they come to me. (I always have my best ideas when I’m on a long bus ride, staring into space.)

Well. I got distracted for a bit and came across this super useful article  about what to do if you accidentally knock a tooth loose. I’ve lost my train of thought now, so I’ll end here. Random rubbish post!