Goodbyes suck

Goodbyes suck. I’ll never understand why in the English language out of all phonetics we could have chosen, we choose good-bye. As if the best thing we could do is part. No wonder the English are known to only show affection to dogs and horses!

Cue the violins- I’ve never really been close to my family. I tend to keep to myself. I became independent at a young age. At 16 I moved in with my boyfriend and as anyone could imagine that was an explosive mess of hormones and bad decisions. But it was my explosive mess and my bad decisions that I wouldn’t change for anything. Unfortunately after 9 years of fights and trying to forgive, it became hard to show vulnerability. I’m so used to being accused of doing something wrong and have all of my mistakes thrown at me that I’ve never been able to let people in…

Bring on the percussion ! -Well here in Croatia I met multiple people that were easy to let in. It was drama, judgement and anger free. They showed affection by asking about me, talking to me, checking in on how I am. I’ve never seen people treat each other like that. I do have good friends that I’ve grown up with, but where I grew up, socially everyone tends to have a selfish motive behind conversation. There is a lot of judgement and yes the occasional backstabbing. But here in Croatia, with these people I was lucky enough to find myself surrounded with, it was completely motive free. Pure of heart. Just friendly. They helped teach me vulnerability. They helped me learn that it’s okay to let others in; that sometimes people show that they care just because they really do care. After a heartbreak last year I’m still finding my footing and confidence. I never thought I’d find it through friendship in a country across the sea.

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