I have always loved to travel. Which is ironic since I come from a family of people who couldn’t be less into it. But ever since I was a girl I loved it. I would look forward to our short getaways to the coast, the countryside, or the longer car rides I tagged along with my uncle, aunt and cousins.
And when I was old enough (and had enough money) I took off to London to be an Au Pair and haven’t sat still since. A couple of years ago I finally decided it was time to get my backpacking plan off the paper and left for a 7 month long trip around Europe. On this trip I found out I’m definitely a slow traveler. I LOVE new places, new people, new adventures. But I hate rushing. I hate packing. And I definitely hate leaving places. I guess I see the irony here too… But it’s true. I love travelling, but I hate leaving.
Goodbyes are hard.