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To the Traveler with a Broken Heart: A letter to the one who hates saying goodbye

Updated: May 31, 2023

I’ve never stayed in one place for too long. I’ve never settled down. I used to believe I never experienced a broken heart. I was one of the “lucky” ones that never got too attached and was always ready for the next adventure. What I’ve learned is that just because you’re ready for the next stage of your life, doesn’t mean you’re always done grieving the previous one.

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The Streets of Malaga, Spain
Day out shopping with my Portuguese sister.

There is endless advice about how to travel, how to budget, tips on packing and advice to avoid jet lag. We stress about saving and preparation but the hardest part isn’t finding the funds. We know how to blend into new cultures and how to make friends, but time and time again forget leaving is a part of the experience.

With every cheerful hello, comes a tearful goodbye.

I can tell you in deep detail all about every place I’ve been to, what food I can still taste if I imagine vividly enough and what views that swallowed me up. All these things are amazing, but what consumes my mind endlessly is always and will always be people. The people I’ve met, the ones I love and the ones I fell in love with. That’s why we travel anyways, isn’t it? We think we’re connecting to a bright and colorful country but we end up doing is connecting to the people that bring that country to life.

No matter how much you try to desensitize yourself, and no matter how much experience you have, people were created to live in unison. People were created to support each other. People were created to DEPEND on each other. Promises to keep in touch and “see you soons” will always feel inferior to feelings of loss. Because you are losing something. We’ve been taught that losing someone or something is always a bad thing. But to experience loss, we have to have experienced a blessing.

I will let myself feel it all. I will let myself hurt. Because I let myself love.

Friends at the Mosque in Casablanca
Dysfunctional like usual. Most of my friendships...

I used to believe I never experienced a broken heart. Now with each new connection and each new pain, I’m realizing that I’m experiencing a broken heart over and over again. And I am so blessed.


Have you ever had any similar travel experiences? Has it ever been so hard to leave a country or people, yet you still keep traveling?

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As always, God Bless and I hope to see you somewhere around the world.

Love, Kait

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