[[Note: This was a personal email home]]
Yes, I miss you guys. Just thought you should know. Everyone always asks if its hard traveling and being away from my family and friends, and in most cases I say no, but recently, it is.
Sorry, this isn’t going to end with a, “Guess what, I’m coming home!” kind of message. Even when I run out of money (which will be happening sooner than anticipated, oops), I just wanted you guys to know that I miss you and love you and would LOVE a giant hug from one of you right now. You know, one of those hugs that lingers a little too long and then you start to tear up a bit?
I haven’t had one of those in a while.
Nothing’s wrong. Well maybe PMS is promoting the overly emotional email, but I just wanted you guys to know that even when I’m not writing or calling or texting, I’m thinking about you always. And I love you. And I do wish I could see you, even if only for that one giant hug.
Please don’t take this as a cry for a visitor though. While I would love to see you, I know it’s not really possible right now and that’s okay. I’ll be okay. I’ll be more than okay, I promise. I’ll be back to my overly confident and bursting with joy self in a matter of days, so much so that it’s sickening.
Just felt like you all should know that I love you guys. And I am so grateful for all the support you’ve given me over the past 10 months… and year-ish… and all of my life, really. Most people don’t get that and I feel truly blessed.
Game changing conversation
Ali, I don’t think you realize but you hit the nail on the head a long time ago when mom and I told you that you were good at being single. You came back with such a response that completed wow’ed me. And it wasn’t until I started traveling that it started to click.
You said something along the lines of that mom and I were lucky to have someone at the end of the day tell us we are pretty or loved or cared about. That we had someone to hug us or hold our hand or just sit next to us. And you didn’t have that. Well not at the time, now you have Zoey. ((She’s so cute!))
When I was home, while I no longer had “my person” at the end of the day, I had mom and dad to hug me and love me and tell me everything was going to be okay. Because every adult 27-year-old needs that, right?
Do I have bad days?
Someone asked me yesterday if I ever have “bad days” because I’m always so upbeat and energetic and overly positive. Of course I have bad days, every one does. Even in paradise. Even on the beautiful beaches of Bali.
I finally broke down
I was walking home from yoga two nights ago, a peaceful 20 minute walk alone on the beach (at night) and it finally happened. I broke down. In tears. And called mom.
She immediately knew something was wrong. But nothing was. And everything was.
I finally had that meltdown moment. The one that I always felt too guilty to have because I’m in paradise living the dream and I’m not allowed to be sad. I don’t think any one thing was wrong, just a mix of everything and nothing.
Again, it’s these stupid PMS hormones and the non-stop feeling of exhaustion that’s getting to me. It doesn’t help that I’m gained tons of weight and my bank account is running low. But despite all of that, just talking to her for a few minutes put everything back into perspective.
Your people matter
While you didn’t actually fix anything (lol), it was exactly what I needed. I knew what this moment felt like. I had it once before. November 5, 2015. Yep, I remember the day.
I was in South Florida and I met grandpa for lunch that day. When I left lunch, I drove away from home, towards the beach. I checked out a wedding venue (that I hated) and continued driving to the beach. Something was calling my name at the beach and this was so strange for me.
I parked the car (I remember the exact spot), I grabbed my yoga mat out of the truck (I didn’t have a bathing suit or towel), and I sat peacefully on the beach listening to the waves crash. I even went into the water wearing my maxi dress. I was breaking.
It took me months to realize that was my breaking point, but I finally realized and I took action. It was horrible. It was painful. And it tore my life apart. But it was necessary.
And the other day, it happened again. The walk to the beach. My body collapsing in the sand (without a suit or towel) and the waves crashing in the background.
I couldn’t tell if I wanted to cry or “be strong”.
You know how sometimes we have that option? So I called mom. I knew the tears would quickly follow. And I knew I needed them.
So I just wanted to say thank you to you guys for always putting up with me— the good and the bad. The crazy middle-of-the-night monkey bite phone calls, the late-night (your midday) drunk calls, the crying over life calls, the overly excited I’m never coming home calls, all of it.
I miss you a lot and really would love a giant hug from one of you right now. I think this is the point where I really start to travel alone and learn how to deal with myself, with the ups and the downs.
Until now, my days have been filled with adventures and awesome people and partying and non-stop fun. They’ve been filled with what felt like an never-ending bank account and the ability to go on like this forever. But now, reality is setting in and I’m scared.
I know I talk a big game (and usually I follow through) but this is going to be my ultimate test.
Can I do it?
I’ve dug all my holes so deep. Not just one, all of them. Money, family/friends, health, weight, job (or lack thereof), and its going to be interesting to see how I climb back out.
We’ve all been waiting for this.
So while everyone thinks that it’s all fun and games, reality is starting to kick in and I’m a little scared. So send me a hug and a kiss once in a while. I’d love that. And I promise I’ll do the same.
Love you guys
Love you guys more than you will ever know. Today a little more than ever, and every day a bit more than the last.
I started typing this up as an email but I think it’ll make an awesome (and honest) blog post so I might publish it on the blog (which is up and running by the way but I’ve been keeping it a secret and I don’t know why). I think it’s time for me to grow up. Feel free to read along and COMMENT on the website itself and share on social media and do whatever else will make you feel happiest. I’m not caught up yet (nor will I ever be) but that’s not important anymore. What is, is that I share my journey and experiences so I can feel like we’re all there, together.
Love you guys,
Xx your favorite person in the whole world (because you know that’s true)