The worst thing about being a Nomad is...
... saying goodbye to the people you love and care about.
Today, Kristin- my closest friend in Montreal, and also in my life - boarded a flight at 6.30pm to Germany. It was strange really because it seemed so surreal.
I remember last Thursday night having shots together, hugging and talking about her leaving... hmmm, NOT REAL
I remember on Saturday night at Mims Party having more drinks and hugs.... STILL NOT REAL
Yesterday, going to an Italian Restaurant for a Farewell Dinner.... DEFINATELY NOT REAL
And finally today, travelling to the airport... DID IT SINK IN?
Not really.
Even as she was boarding the plane and my eyes were filled with tears, I still could not comprehend that she will no longer be around. No more calls to talk about the day, no more partying, no more coffee chats and no more random times...
For now anyway, because at least I know that I will see her soon.
One thing being nomadic in my existance has taught me is how small the world is, and how soon I will see the people I care about again. I may not know where, or when, or what country or in what context..
But I know.
Today, Kristin- my closest friend in Montreal, and also in my life - boarded a flight at 6.30pm to Germany. It was strange really because it seemed so surreal.
I remember last Thursday night having shots together, hugging and talking about her leaving... hmmm, NOT REAL
I remember on Saturday night at Mims Party having more drinks and hugs.... STILL NOT REAL
Yesterday, going to an Italian Restaurant for a Farewell Dinner.... DEFINATELY NOT REAL
And finally today, travelling to the airport... DID IT SINK IN?
Not really.
Even as she was boarding the plane and my eyes were filled with tears, I still could not comprehend that she will no longer be around. No more calls to talk about the day, no more partying, no more coffee chats and no more random times...
For now anyway, because at least I know that I will see her soon.
One thing being nomadic in my existance has taught me is how small the world is, and how soon I will see the people I care about again. I may not know where, or when, or what country or in what context..
But I know.
5 Comments:
You've got a real way with words, Mazzy. It's always a terrible thing to see friends off, and it even happens if you're solidly located in one place like I am (although I neither meet new people or have them leave with the same startling frequency as anyone who is into travel in a big way). Chin up, ol' girl. You're right about the small size of the world, in certain circles you meet the same people over and over again strangely often...
A friend once told me... People come, People go. One thing to keep us going on is to believe firmly that we will meet up and have fun again!
Lots Hugs!:-)
She's gone :-(
2 friends left that week for me...
it is sad, but the good news is that we have no limits in this world (but money)... and we can always see each other again.
but it is really depressing ....
Hey guys...
THANKS for your thought and hugs :-)
I really appreciate it.
Good news, I spoke to my german sister last night on the phone... still felt like she was in Montreal though... :-)
But yeah, the world is small, and so many ways to catch up with people you love.
Very much comforted by that thought.
Hugs Mazzy xx
you are so right. saying goodbye is definitely the worst part about traveling or being a nomad. especially if you don't know when you will see your friends again. i just hope that we will see each other again soon.
it was so good to talk to you and maja on the phone on tuesday. however, it was strange to know that we are not in the same city anymore but on different continents.
i miss you already!
hugs,
kristin
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