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Sniffle… Travel breakups :(

In the end, breakups are fantastic. What a great growth experience! Out with the stasis, in with the gapingly open, red heart and in with the new-found world! And yet… breakups– especially travel breakups– are a blow to the soul.

I have been dumped by my twenty year old British boy roommate. Pity me.

We’d been sitting together on the beach for about an hour with nothing to talk about. Let’s be clear: we have been roommates, nothing more, BUT it truly is (in the words of my students) “mad awkward” to have absolutely nothing to talk about with your roommate.

Anyhoo, the fire dancers were mid-spin when Jesse mumbled in his Devon accent: “I reckon I’ll take a room by myself for the rest of the week.”


The self doubt tsunamied. What did I do??? Was I creepy? Old? Was my gray hair showing? Had I been messy with the dirty clothes spilling from my backpack? Where oh where did we go wrong???

I tried to calm my hyperventilating with the understanding that– come on now– it really is healthier to hang with folks your own age.

However, this was the second blow to my mushy woman heart this strange, semi-lonely week. I’d been hangin’ with these two great Scottish lads for a whole bunch of days, when a torrential rainstorm hit and neither of us was able to make it to the designated reunion point. Days passed, and none of us had the others’ contact information to arrange any other reunion… just the stars and telepathy. We had lost each other! The pain!

Then, miracle of miracles, the day before the men were to fly out and disappear forever, I spotted them eating fish in a crowded restaurant. “Neal! Dave!” I screamed, sprinting up to them with open arms.

The men looked up nonchalantly. “Oh. Hi.”

“Um,” I awkwardly put down my hug-hands, “Weren’t you looking for me all these days, too?”

“Nah,” Neal said, going back to his red snapper, “We’re blokes. We figured we’d run into you again, or not. You meet so many people, you know, so whatever.”


Thus flows the push-pull tide of travel groups. It’s rather fantastic, ultimately. Being open, independent, and utterly free is a MAJOR reason I’m traveling for a year. That said, it all does take a bit of a backbone to get used to.

Smooches to Facebook, Skype, and Email for keeping those true steady friends and family at home within reach, and smooches to all of them for being there for me, electronically!


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Fiona P

Monday 7th of May 2012

Don't worry, now your engaged! :]


Tuesday 8th of February 2011

Aww, what a cute story! I love the "awkwardly put down my hug hands" bit.


Wednesday 20th of October 2010

Travel breakups are inevitable...At least you get to go somewhere new and meet new people! That's exciting! =)

Imported Blogger Comments

Wednesday 26th of May 2010

Ashley Stephens said... Aww.....don't fret. It seems like something you will have to get used to; meeting and breaking up.

We're still here for you!

September 12, 2009 5:57 PM

Lillie M. said... SWEETEST COMMENT EVER. Thank you! :D

September 12, 2009 6:07 PM

Luddy Sr. said... Blokes can be so insensitive sometimes.

December 5, 2009 4:07 AM

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