Carrying Goodbye: The Burden of a Sensitive Traveler

Some people say that traveling isn't for the weak. But I don't believe that - not for one second.

I consider myself a soft person. I feel everything deeply. I get attached - to people, to places, to little routines. I love love. And the truth is, traveling can be incredibly lonely.

No one sticks around. Your surroundings are always shifting. And god forbid if you fall in love with someone, chances are, it wont last. It becomes another beautiful fleeting moment - just a travel fling. One more adventure you have to say goodbye to. And that stings.

Most days, I feel alone.

I cry more than i'd like to admit.

I love exploring. I love experiencing new things.

But for people like me, the whole experience is felt through the entire soul.

And sometimes - like right now- it's crushing.

Your heart reaches out for love, for comfort, for something steady. But it's not there. It's just you.

Always just you,

People like me - we experience the world with our entire being.

That means we feel joy and wonder in their purest forms...

But it also means loneliness hits harder.

Goodbyes cut deeper. And thats real.

sometimes, it makes you want to curl up and go home.

To escape what can feel like a barren wasteland.

Like nothing is meant for you.

Like nothing is meant for me.

It rips at your chest - this constant tension between wanting to experience everything the world can offer..

And hating how much of it you have to face in lonely exile.

Carrying the weight of every goodbye, every missed connection, every moment that slips away too fast.

But the same heart that aches this much is the one that notices beauty others miss. That can fall in love with a sunrise. That holds memories like treasures. That connects, even if it's just for a little while, like it's forever, Only to, time after time, be abandoned.

And still, I go on.

Still soft. Still Feeling.

Still searching for something beautiful.

Because even when the world feels too much,

I know I'm made for more than just surviving it

Maybe that's strength in it's own form.