This one made me feel. Your others all do as well, in their own way, but this one. This one got me right at the core. Our life is always goodbye, and it is just so sad. One of the huge reasons that I have chosen (to this point) not to make any close friends here. On one hand, I need them, and on the other hand, I am too afraid to make that connection, only to inevitably lose it again. Well done.
Bonnie I have done the same in not making close friends but some of it is because I don’t understand them and they don’t understand me. To have really close friends we often need childhood experiences together. Our childhood friends are usually far away. I do find other TCK are easier to make friends with. We are always saying good bye and sometimes it gets to the place where I no longer care because I can’t stand the hurt.
Kari this picture says so much.
Wow Shary…your comment described me as well. Foreign country, language, culture but, at the same time longing for that closeness that is hard to find and takes me apart from others. The hurt is so much to bare sometimes that I rather be alone…and everything starts all over.
Kari- your inspiration it’s what brings me closer to my own self, then, all of a sudden the hurt is no more…ty my friend.
love you, grisel. you inspire me. thanks, shary:)
not sure many people relate to this ache the way third culture boarding school kids do, bonnie. we regularly said goodbye to our parents, then our friends, then our cultures, over and over. then we learned to not get close so the inevitable goodbyes wouldn’t hurt so much.
beautiful, kari. i imagine you see the beauty in ‘life as goodbyes’. goodbye avoids the mundane after hello.
i so do see the beauty in life as goodbyes, but i also have been told that my problem is i say goodbye far too easily. i’m grasping and clawing at having a balance.
I love this one. Not sure if this is what you meant but hugging something with thorns is exactly what travelling and expatting can feel like sometimes. But trying to settle down in one place is even harder. I just keep telling myself this is a good complaint to have.
settling down in one place is by far the hardest. let me know if you figure it out:)
Love it! Just looked at it now. This is just possibly my favorite.
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I want to be there.
I’m not settled. I only stay in one place. On the inside I feel stuck and trapped. My only relief is traveling through the eyes of my children. When you have a nomadic childhood, you can never be settled.
Love, love, love this photo! One word…beautiful.
From boxcar to another: A great composition, a terrific photograph! Thanks for sharing. All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Too many goobuys to count. Tears in my eyes