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Farewells: My Biggest Travel Enemy - FootLoose Dev
As I left the dinner table and entered my room — a normal daily routine I was consciously repeating for the past couple of weeks, I wondered why it was so hard to wish THE FAMILY I was staying with, in Italy a ‘pleasant sleep’ tonight. But as I entered my room, and slammed the door behind me, I realized that there’s nothing unusual in today’s circumstances; I always feel the same when I leave something behind. Bidding farewell and saying final goodbyes have always been the toughest part of my life. They make my travels so much difficult, and a lot more unsettling. I always thought that after travelling for some time, living more experiences, and bidding adieu to all the people I’ll meet on the road, I will, somehow, and almost naturally, master the art of saying farewells without being driven by the moment. But this time as I departed, I realised that I’m pathetically failing in it. I am still the same person who always cried his heart out as he left …