It’s a very transcient thing, this travelling life. Quite nomadic, going from place to place, seeking all sorts of adventures. Sometimes you make wonderful connections. Be it with people or places. And at those times, it’s hard to realise that it can’t last, that you must get going again. Of course you take the memory with you, but that’s still different from being there yourself, in the flesh.
I’ve met people on my travels that I wish I could’ve hung out longer with. Just because there was a connection, a good vibe. There’ve been places that I instantly connected with. Like Hopewell, New Zealand. And there too, connection or not, I had to say goodbye again.
That’s the other side of travelling, I suppose. Only staying somewhere shortly, you have little time to make more than fleeting connections. You don’t have time to really truly get to know people or a place, like you would at home. At the same time, I find it freeing, because if, for example, you don’t connect with people at the hostel you’re staying, you also aren’t stuck with them forever, haha. It gives you the freedom to do what you want to do and not what your usual environment expects from you.
It always takes me some getting used to when I start travelling. Because I like a certain predictability in order to dive into the unknown, the unpredictable, and head to the next adventure. I’m a homey person as well. Having no fixed sense of permanence is perhaps what I find so freeing about travelling. This duality of travelling fascinates me.