Moving on from a location to adventure to pastures new is an incredibly exciting time. You don’t really know what lies ahead, but you can put money on the fact that you will create a bucket-load of new memories from one of a kind experiences. Obviously, with moving on to a new stage comes leaving the old stage behind. Although this can be quite refreshing, having to say goodbye to the places and people that you love is one of, if not the most difficult thing you will ever have to do. That’s why I never say goodbye.
To quote my favourite story of all time:
“Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting.”
(Peter Pan, in case you were wondering).
This is not to say that you would ever forget your friends and family, nor replace them, however I feel that the word ‘goodbye’ has a huge amount of finality and certainty to it, as if you were quite literally waving goodbye to the shore as you sail on to new horizons.
On the other hand, for many travelling might be a form of escapism based on leaving an entire life behind for the better of themselves. If this is the case, saying goodbye with all of the finality it comes with is great – good for you. I imagine that most regular travellers have felt at some point that they were leaving a lifestyle for good, and the emotions that you feel cannot be explained. I personally felt this storm of emotion when I left the UK for the UAE the first time. I knew that I was leaving behind people I would most likely never see again, I was leaving a city that I may never live in again, and I was leaving the lifestyle that was expected of me following my university completion, with no going back.
However, saying goodbye metaphorically or spiritually to a situation is different to saying goodbye to your dad at the train station whilst your mum hides at home (I’m not the only one that can’t say goodbye). It’s different to giving your best friend a final hug whilst holding back tears, knowing that she probably wont be living at home the next time that you return. If I utter ‘goodbye’ in these situations I feel as though I am giving the universe permission to take these people from me, for good. I can’t avoid the terrible sensation of foreboding that follows me once I have said goodbye. If you have ever been unfortunate enough to receive bad news from home whilst travelling, you will know what I mean. If something bad were to happen to any of my loved ones whilst I was not there, I would always remember that final moment we had together, when I said goodbye. With this in mind, it is so important to say ‘I love you’ to everybody that you love before you go.
Of course, I might just be completely crazy. I get symptoms of anxiety in several bizarre situations, and I affectionately refer to this one as ‘travel anxiety’. I’m a little superstitious and have a highly overactive imagination; I salute at magpies and clap when somebody sneezes. Regardless of the reasoning, I never say goodbye. Instead, I will go for a ‘see you later’, or ‘I’ll ring you when I get there’, the latter being a favourite of mine, ahh the joys of modern technology.
What do you think? Do you relate to my travel anxiety? Do you have any superstitions that you follow when it comes to travelling? Let me know in the comments!