Making friends when you travel is a bit like camp. You form nearly instant, intense bonds that seem a bit isolated to that particular time and place. They’re a blessing but it’s something I struggle with. I have such incredible, deep, strong friendships at home built on years of stories, experiences, and trust. On the road I put my life in the hands of nearly complete strangers (sometimes quite literally) and don’t think twice about it. I have amazing, life changing experiences with them and then… They’re gone. I’m reflecting on this today. Thankful for the time we had together, but feeling a bit cheated that, in reality, we’ll probably never meet again.
Letting go is a survival skill when you’re traveling. Throwing away those clothes that are weighing down your pack, spending that extra money when you need to be safe (or at the very least feel safe), saying goodbye to someone who has meant a great deal to you. I would like to say that this is a positive, helpful skill I’m learning. But honestly I wonder if it’s just a bad habit I’m picking up. Training myself to not care too much, to not commit too much. Or perhaps I’m learning to put my full self into the present, no guard up and no questions. And when the time comes for the present to become the past I can say, without reservation, that I enjoyed it to the fullest while it was mine to enjoy.