Leaving is always the hard part. In both directions. Moving abroad I cried on the bus to the airport as I was leaving Sweden, waving goodbye to my beautiful family who had gathered to see me off. I am so blessed to have these people in my life and at times my ever-present, itchy wanderlust can be a burden. But it´s also my joie de vivre. For me, the world is a never-ending ocean of possibilities awakening my curiosity with the dawn of each and every new day.
I cried today as I left my flatmates behind in Barcelona. It hurts, yet I know this hurt is worth it. If I learned anything from the Mediterraneans in my life, it is the rightness of emotions and the expression of them. They love hard, hate intensely and will cry in the streets of the city when upset. They seem to not possess the suppressive gene so common amongst the people of the cold north. I feel grateful for that lesson.
In the end that is exactly what traveling is. It is the teacher that tells you there are more ways to live than one. That introduces you to questionable meals at questionable hours and crazy Christmas celebrations that includes the beating of a sweet faced tree trunk (You crazy Catalans you) Sometimes it is difficult to keep up. Sometimes it´s extremely difficult to leave yet another home. But if you are up for it, travel is the teacher that never stops challenging you. I AM SO IN.