I was approaching Melbourne, which would close the loop. My drive around Australia was complete. After 6 months on the road, it felt surreal. It felt like I was coming home.
Betrayal is one of the hardest things to get past. When someone we love and trust betrays us, it changes our perception of our life, and it changes us.
I walked along the Sydney Harbor, enjoying the nice weather and beautiful views. As I sat on a concrete block with headphones on, a young man approached and asked me for directions. I ended up getting to know all about him and have stayed in touch with him. Talking with strangers is easier than talking with people we know because they don’t hold our past mistakes against us.
I saw glowworms inside of a cave and then drove to the Gold Coast. I met some fellow travelers in the Australian outback and randomly ran into them a few times in the Northwest. While in the Gold Coast, I met up with them again – at the perfect time!
I had lots of miles to drive before arriving on the east coast of Australia. I received a message from Josh, who I had met in Whistler nine months earlier, and who I was supposed to see in Cairns. I also received a message from Chris, who ghosted me twice. Why does dating have to be so hard?
What happens when you chase someone to the airport to tell them how you feel? Well, it doesn’t go quite like the movies, that’s for sure. Did I embarrass myself? Absolutely.
It was our last night camping in the Australian outback. I was really starting to enjoy the company of the other 19 people on the tour. Jokes were told, we laughed, we drank, and we sang! What more could you ask for?
I sat next to Suzanne and had the chance to get to know her better. I was happy to have her on the tour. We explored Lake Argyle on a boat, enjoying an incredible sunset. The tour guide, Damien, became more and more attractive to me.
When I first started traveling, several of my friends and family told me that they thought I’d meet someone on my travels. I must admit, I’ve hoped for the same thing. It’s tricky, though. I feel like I have a better chance of meeting someone compatible with me, maybe a fellow traveler on the road, than I would if I were settled in one city. However, I don’t want to be so distracted with someone that I give up my dreams, travels, and passions. I need someone who will encourage me in my pursuits, just as I encourage them.
Sometimes life surprises me with moments – like running into a musician who ghosted me on Tinder. He “super liked” me the day I arrived to Australia. Then the day we were supposed to hang out, he ghosted me. But then the universe gave me a treat when I was able to confront him in the Outback, halfway around the country, four months later.
On day two of the adventure tour, I sat near the tour guide again. We argued about music and who broke the stereo. Yet, I still liked him. We did our first hike that led to a natural pool, which we swam in. I got to know a few others on the tour as well.
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 on a twelve hour train ride in Vietnam, which gave me plenty of time to reflect on my travels and to reflect on my life. I was reminded of a train ride with my ex-husband.
My uncle, who is a pastor, had encouraging words that energized me. Sometimes we need fuel for our souls – like wise words.
It was time for me to leave Whistler, but I needed to tell someone how I felt. I found him and handed him a letter. I was nervous, but happy that I did it.
I met a guy at the bar of a nice restaurant and we ended up talking for hours, going to different bars as each one closed. He ended up coming over and we spent 16 hours together.
I met a few guys from Tinder while I was staying in Whistler for six weeks. Each guy made me feel like asking for dinner was too much. I think being taken on an actual date isn’t having too high of expectations.
I was returning back to Los Angeles after traveling for four months. It felt strange because I no longer had a house to return to. My life was different now. I was a single woman with no home now.