Being a backpacker and meeting all these people from all over the world has its perks and its downsides. I love meeting new people but at the same time I am terrorised for getting to know them too much that it will be hard for me to say goodbye, life brings you many surprises and one of those was meeting these group of couple from Perth, whom I love and every time I see them it reminisces the wonderful experience of my life back in Perth. It took me a while to get over it, after we all went different ways I was so full of emotions and I just wanted time to stop and go back and enjoy more, the things is I always beat myself for not doing more and regretting that I could have done more, even thought I did a lot but I always ask too much from me. I always wondered if I did enough and it is a bad thing to do but, it is something I have to learn to let control and give myself a break and let go of those feelings. I have to forgive myself for not enjoying more out of it and that I am a human who makes mistakes and somehow learn to channel this feelings through writing because this makes me believe that someday I will read this and somehow it will tell me that I did great in Australia and that I didn’t do nothing wrong and If I could do it again, I will not want to change anything. I am learning to control this feeling of sadness because no matter what people say to you to make you feel better, it will not be fine because it isn’t easy to say goodbye and it doesn’t get easier the more you do it, in fact it feels the same way as the first time if not worse. Yesterday was a great day, I saw one of my old buddy from Perth, we had a great time partying and drinking, and catching up, but today, saying goodbye was kind of surreal because somehow I was fine but then as the time passed, the idea started to sink in, it is goodbye for good, even thought we will or might see each other in the future, it is something that none of us can guarantee that because life is so unpredictable, saying goodbies is always gutting. I do miss my friend, Manuel wherever you are, you will always be remembered as the wonderful person that I met in Perth. We had so much fun and thanks for being there because Perth wouldn’t be the same without you and Benoit. It was great meeting Manuel, the Italian speaking German, and Benoit, the French guy who can be as sarcastic as a great Parisian without sounding too arrogant. Hopefully I will see Benoit before he leaves Australia, but at the same time I wish the opposite because seeing them again will meant saying goodbyes which is the part that I dread. Meeting people is addictive, is like an addiction with a bad hangover. Somehow I will be fine, because time always heal the wounded soul.
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