Last week I wrote ‘things I’ll miss about home’, this post was a more light hearted post about the things I’ll miss minus the obvious.
Since writing that post, I’ve been thinking about the more obvious and difficult goodbye’s that I’ll have to make when the time comes.
I’m not overly close with my family, we have very little in common and I certainly don’t talk to them about the things in my life that matter, including travelling. That said, I will of course still miss them. Even though I don’t necessarily see them on a regular basis, it’s comforting to know that they are only down the road if ever they need me or vice versa. Neither of my parents are in particularly good health; my Mum has rumourtoid arthritis and suffered a broken back last year after falling from some scaffolding. My Dad was run over by a car before I was born which left him life changing injuries to his leg. Despite their ailments and being in their 60’s, both still work full time running their own business. They are incredibly independent and never ask for help which worries me. I know that if one of them was ill during my trip they would rather hide it from me than worry me. I’d hate to not be there for them if something was wrong but selfishly I’m not willing to stay on the off chance that something might happen whilst I’m away. My brother lives locally and works within the family business, seeing them on a daily basis. Knowing that he’s around for them eases my mind a little, but other than him, there isn’t anyone else they can rely on.
There won’t be many “goodbyes” in terms of friends, I could count them all on one hand. Keeping in touch can be difficult at the best times, everyone (including me) is so busy with their own lives, it’s so easy to lose contact. I have no doubt this will become even more difficult when I’m living in a different country. Staying connected with friends during my travels is something that’s really important to me, it’s part of the reason I started this blog. With most of my friends having already started a family it’s unlikely they will be able to visit, writing this blog is a way of them being able to experience a little part of my journey with me (although no one knows about my blog yet, I’m keeping it on the down low for now). I’ve always found making friends difficult as I’m naturally quite shy until I get to know someone, this is something I want to try work on whilst we travel. At home me and Andy have very different hobbies and often spend our weekends apart. I’m conscious of the fact that we will be spending a lot of time together so, making friends and having some time apart to do our own thing is a must.
My most difficult goodbye will be my horse, Enya. Horses are bought and sold all the time (particularly competition horses), I myself have bought and sold many horses before. Enya is different though, she’s been with me since she was 18 months old, she’ll be 8 at the end of this month. Everything she’s done, she’s done with me. I was the first person to sit on her, ride her, jump her, take her to her first competition and so on. Whilst she is a competition horse, she is also a pet that I love almost like a child. She costs me a small fortune and it would make more sense to sell her on now but, I just want to enjoy our last summer together. What makes this even harder is that after a lot of setbacks we are finally starting to get to the point where I’ve wanted to be for a long time, with some big competitions lined up over the next couple of months. Walking away will be difficult, I’m certain I’ll be a blubbering wreck! Horses have been such a HUGE part of my life for as long as I can remember, not having one in my life will be difficult.
All of these goodbyes, be it from this post or my post on the less obvious, are goodbyes that we all have to make when deciding to travel or live a nomadic life. We miss out on people’s lives, and them on ours. It’s up to us to decide if what we gain from travel is worth more than what we lose? To me, at this moment in time, it is. Maybe when I hit the road I’ll think differently, who knows?
Have you had to say some difficult goodbyes? How did you cope?