I had been traveling full-time for nearly 15 months. One thing I didn’t expect was to lose close friends as the distance between us grew each day. Friends who suddenly felt they couldn’t relate to me any longer.
Spending time in one of the world’s most romantic cities was beautiful, but something was missing. I walked around feeling lonely. I wanted to be there with a partner. I wanted to hold hands with someone as we strolled along the river.
I was feeling incredibly lonely. Not just lonely, but completely alone. It’s the feeling that I am not “number one” to anybody. I tried to talk with my parents about it, but they didn’t seem to get it.