Last night I was on an airplane balling my eyes out.
This wasn’t one of those cute cries…my chin was dripping tears, my eyes were bright red and I couldn’t breathe out of my nose because I was so congested.
The feeling of leaving the place where I created a new home for myself, filled with love and adventure is still raw. I kept reminding myself that I was the one who decided that it was time for me to leave Nashville and start to backpack the world by myself. The only thought going through my mind was, “What was I thinking?!”
As I sat on the airplane awaiting the inevitable take off my heart felt constricted.
I’ve read plenty of articles about girls who have dropped everything to go and travel the world. I’ve listened to people talk about their experiences and not once have I heard anyone talk about how at first it hurts.
Like, really bad.
You know that feeling in the deepest part of your heart that you get when you are going through a break up?
That was it.