I have travelled many places... and to be honest, I haven't made many friends. I am a very friendly person, but I have mostly made acquaintances, people I met, hang out with for a time, but that didn't get close enough to become true Friends. I say didn't get close enough, but the truth is, I probably didn't let them. I seem to have a bad habit of keeping people at bay, in order to protect myself from the pain that letting them in and losing them would cause.
The result is, I have very few really close friends... and they happen to be scattered around this big globe we call Earth. The world seems so small when I think of my good friends in Australia, Pacific Islands, Brazil, US, Argentina, Costa Rica, Holland, France... but it seems soooo big when I realize that none of them are here, close to me, and that I just can't pick up the phone and invite them to come over to hang out, talk, share our hearts.
I'm feeling lonely... not of people in general... but of my good, heart friends... so this is a message to all of you out there: I love you! Yes, you! You know who you are...
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I just wanted to say that I start to understand you... and the worst that happened to me it was to leave my home country, think the "friends" would still be there, come back and find out I was wrong! :(
You're lucky to still have true friends even if far away!
Beijao***
Oh Patty, my heart hears what yours is saying too. I miss you my dear! I'm 9 days away from leaving this pais, the "aquaintences" that I wish I could say were true friends but time and culture has kept me from. Traveling is bliss. But it costs something at the end. And that yearning to go "home", wherever that is, is always present. To return to those who are your heart mates, your true friends. But like Margot said, you are lucky at least to have true friends, no matter the distance, that love you and can't wait to see you!!
Un Abrazo mi amor!!
I almost finished my seventh year of living life the way I chose, and besides all the excitement and beauty of meeting the world there are many "lonely times" filling pages in my diaries, too. Staying in another country to live has been and will always be the most wonderful way of travelling for me, but in the end, the few true friends you make are scattered all over the world, and every time it becomes harder to leave a place and every time it becomes harder to find a place in this world which I would like to call "home" and stay maybe for a long long time. Maybe, since after a while of choosing to live a nomad life the whole world becomes "home", you can only decide to settle somewhere after you become calm and wise enough to really understand that, to have really and fully lived, and not only existed in this world, it is not necessary to be on the move continously, to have seen every spot on this planet, to have experienced how amazingly different and yet how surprisingly similiar people´s lifes and thoughts are everywhere, to have seen the sunrise in yet another magical natural enclave... I am not there yet, but I like the idea to think that I am on my way, and despite of my heart feeling lonely at times as your´s does, I am happy on the path I´ve chosen, as I am sure you are too. besos
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