Honest Travel: some days are hard

January 12, 2016

From looking at my instagram feed, or this wee here blog you could be forgiven for thinking that my life is a never-ending adventure in which I don’t have a care in the world.  While that’s not exactly incorrect I think it’s important to be real and honest about travel.  And to me that means acknowledging that some days are hard. 

Some days I miss my friends and family.

Some days I miss my old apartment and our crazy part time cat Chico.

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This is Chico. He’s bi-polar, hopelessly lazy and utterly gorgeous.

Some days I miss the structure and routine of having a job and a home.

Some days I spend twenty minutes agonizing over what to wear because I don’t feel like being cat called while walking down the street (and then I put on a maxi skirt and long sleeved shirt and still get cat-called walking down the street).

Some days I just want to be able to have a conversation without struggling through broken Spanish.

Most days I don’t miss any of these things.  Most days I can’t imagine being anywhere other than where I am right now.  Most days I’m happy and content. But, some days are hard.

Like today. I’m tired and a little grumpy because I got woken up in the early hours of the morning by people moving around our dorm. Then I lay awake thinking all those horrible thoughts you only think between the hours of 2 and 4am.  When I woke this morning I found my body covered in little bites (I think bedbugs).  They trail from the tips of my little fingers down my hand, up my arm and across my back. I have more on my legs.

It frustrates me to that I seem to either have good days or bad days (thankfully mostly good days!), whereas Guy seemingly always has just ok days – never great but never awful.  Sometimes it feels like he has adjusted here so quickly and so much better than I have even though I’m the one who wanted this. I’m the one who dragged him halfway across the world away from his job, friends and family. 


Always erm happy

I’m not trying to whinge or complain. It’s not that I’m unhappy here, or I want to be somewhere else – I don’t.  It’s just that well, some days are hard.  And that’s okay.

Here a few quotes that I find help on days like this.  I don’t know why but reading things like these from my Pinterest makes me feel just a little bit better.  So does curling up in bed with some chocolate and a 90s movie (The Mummy is on the cards for today!).





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