You never really leave a place you love. You take part of it with you and leave part of you there.
Heartbreak. Broken heart (also known as a heartbreak or heartache) is a metaphor for the intense emotional—and sometimes physical—stress or pain one feels at experiencing great longing.
This past month has been extremely hard for me. I had no idea why, I have been exhausted, homesick and just feeling blahhh, this is how I can best explain it. As I was verbally processing with a friend last night, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart continually makes connections, loves hard and then breaks. It’s like clockwork, it happens every month and has for the past 8 months.
My heart keeps breaking for people in multiple different countries, continents, time zones and will continue to break for the remainder of the Race. It all started in June when I met 29 amazing individuals we spent 10 long but impactful days with each other to then leave each other for 5 weeks (until we reunited to travel the world). Once we were about to Launch my heart broke for my family and friends back in AZ. People who I knew, who knew me, I was known, I lived a comfortable lifestyle to then say see you in 11 months. Little did I know that this would be a normal part of my life the next year.
It has been a constant cycle of not knowing people, making connections, loving hard, feelings of belonging and community to saying good-bye. This has happened in Ukraine, Romania, Albania, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, and will about to be Colombia.
All this to say thank you so much for everything that you have taught me on this trip and what I will continue to learn. Thank you to everyone who I have met, your love is contagious! Just know that you have made a huge impact on my life 🙂
