Last Updated on 21st February 2018 by Sophie Nadeau
Disclaimer: super personal… For a long time, I was debating as to whether I should post ‘I chose Travel‘ as it’s super personal. But here it is, a small town girl’s take on ‘Why You Shouldn’t Date a Girl Who Travels’ (and an open letter to my ex-boyfriend):
I chose travel over you. I chose travel over us. We both know that. The night before I left, you asked me to stay. We had both had too much to drink but even in my drunken stupor it never occurred to me to stay. Ever. They say that’s when your darkest thoughts come out…
I do love you. I really do. And I genuinely think a part of me always will. You were my first love- you even beat London.
But you don’t understand me and, the sad part is, I don’t think you ever will. The worst part is that I don’t think I mind anymore. I have filled those gaps you left; the empty nights alone are filled with new encounters and adventures. New people come and go and the world seems even bigger and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
There is a big, wide world out there and it still saddens me that we have gone our separate way. Sure you love travelling, but doesn’t everyone? You don’t understand my new life in London; the big, scary, wonderful city.
We see each other sometimes. Last weekend we lay out under the stars. I thought ‘I love you,’ and I do. I really do. But it’s not the same. I used to be scared of being on my own. Travel has forced me out of my comfort zone and straight onto my own two feet. Away from you.
When I was away, someone asked if there was anyone back home. I replied ‘I think so but I’m not sure’. I like to think that’s when I realized that it’s not meant to be. But that’s a lie. It was earlier.
It was when I chose travel over us…