Loving Abroad

Travelling is something that I believe that every single person should do at some point in their lives. It changes you. It really does. It makes you grow and makes you see a different side of yourself that you never knew existed. You learn to appreciate things more. You learn how to handle situations you never though you would need to handle. You learn your limits; and how far your limits can be stretched.

You come to terms with yourself. A lot of the silly little insecurities you had kinda just go away (I did say kinda, we’re all still human). In the end you become more comfortable in your skin. You have to if you are going to survive. Especially if love finds you.

Love is hard, we all know this, but when you factor in a foreign country and a visa end date it becomes tougher.


Imagine this;

You see someone in a bar in Spain
Your eyes lock across the bar, you smile, they smile
They buy you a drink and you spend a magical evening together
You happen to run into them as your running away away from bulls
You talk and you end up missing your bus 
So you end up camping under the stars
You get to know each other
You think ‘holiday fling’
You spend a few weeks together
You talk
You laugh 
You kiss
But still you think ‘holiday fling’
You leave Spain
You say your goodbyes
You kiss
You then call
They call
You talk
You laugh
You start falling
So you meet again in Ireland
Like no time has passed
You kiss
A lot
They tell they’re Visa is up soon
They’re moving
For 2 years
To Brazil
In a few months
You want to go to Brazil so badly
But you cant
So you say your goodbyes
You kiss
You leave
They surprise you in London
For the weekend you’re happy
But they’re still leaving
Those three little words escape their mouths
You wanna say them back
But you can’t
They leave in 2 weeks
You say your goodbyes
You kiss
Even harder
Your final goodbye
Or is it
You have one weekend left
So you spend it together
Should you try?
Can this work?
They leave
Your love

Or maybe this all happened before you even left your home.

Imagine this;

You decide that you are making a change
So you book your one way ticket to a foreign country
You start counting down the months until you leave
Someone comes into your life
They seem perfect
You go on a date
It goes perfectly
So you go on a second one
Even better
You kiss
The best
You are still counting down the months until you leave
You kiss again 
You talk
You laugh
You kiss
You date
It’s special
The months become weeks
Feelings have developed
You try to stop them
You continue kissing
You will be leaving soon
But the feelings won’t stop
The weeks become days
You want to spend all your time with them
But you know that’s a bad idea
You’re gonna miss them
The days become hours
You say goodbye
You kiss for the final time
You leave
You talk
Not the same
You miss them
A lot
You hope they’re happy
But wish it was with you
They might have been ‘the one’
You’re pretty sure of it
Why did you go?
Could this have worked?
It’s done
Is it?


Love hurts, especially when the possible love of your life is half the world away.

That is the life of someone living abroad. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn’t.

But it still has the power to change you and to make you grow.


I’ll leave you with the words of Sarah Kay;

“Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.”



Also published to Verum.Post – Checkout my friends at www.verumpost.com.au

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