You don't know the true meaning of being alone in the world and free until you've started to put your foot in the earth and leave a trail you'll never find again.
I find out how blessed out I to have so many people in my life that I can call friends and family spanning every continent on this planet. What seemed so expansive before, just feels a lot smaller. I hadn't seen my “sister” Emma in some time, truth be told it was ever since she broke up with one of my best friends.
It was through him that I was able to meet Emma, they had a romance that cross the Atlantic, but it wasn't meant to be. I could think of a few reasons why, but for my friend it was his first meaningful relationship. The good news is he currently find himself in another one that seems to be heading in the right direction.
Like I said before, it had been years since I had seen her, maybe even a full year since we really talked but time never really seems to pass when I met up with her. Though I will admit it was a less than auspicious start because I had a brilliant idea to not sleep three days before England. Basically she walked into my hostel room with me passed out. Of course I woke up playing it cool like I knew exactly was going on... yep if you read the last post that's how I roll.
That night she decided she wanted to get me drunk and kept buying me beers, but I wasn't really over the flight yet and was pretty slow drinking. Needless to say I did not get drunk, but over the course of the next couple weeks I didn't have anyone else beside my dear sister who showed me as much of England as I could handle.
One of the saddest moments of my life was saying goodbye. It was an early February morning and we had to take that long bus ride back into the city. I counted the miles as they disappeared behind me, and then the foot steps became even shorter as we made our way to the train station. She would be off to school and I had a two hour ride on the tube to Heathrow.
The moment she disappeared my heart sunk to the pit of my stomach and I remembered what it was like to be absolutely alone. If that wasn't bad enough, I was getting more scared of what was next. I had no idea what to expect because the next stop was meeting the family I never knew. I was leaving a “sister” that was closer to me than any strangers in Cambodia could be.
Sitting in Heathrow alone waiting for six hours just to get on a plane almost broke me. Being alone and having no one to turn to, that's the worst feeling I have ever dealt with.
After a short time in China and Malaysia I was to make my next lengthy stay... this time in Cambodia.
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