The life of a traveler tends to leave us with this constant underlying melancholy feeling. You are constantly on the move and, because of this, you are forced to say way too many goodbyes to people you care about. Leaving people until “next time” makes you start to wonder if there will even be a next time. There are many reasons – maybe you just lose touch, maybe something happens to the relationship, or in the worst case scenario they pass away while you are gone. Before and during a great journey this feeling hits you extremely hard.
As I am about to take off on my first long-term journey, I start to think about the people that I may lose touch with, those that are very old, and those that I simply don’t want to leave. I know I must go even though I have this overwhelming feeling inside me. There is a reason for my journey and I must not lose sight of that and no amount of ‘what ifs’ can keep me from taking the leap, even if it means parting with those I care most about.