The Truth About Losing Friends And Travel

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I’m an expert at losing friends. 

Getting close to people has never been a problem for me. Those who know me well say it’s because of my relentless positivity. Those who know me even better might tell you it’s because I don’t do small talk. Whatever the answer, I’ll often find strangers confiding in me just hours into our meeting.

First impressions are kind of my jam. But as time goes by most of my friendships dissipate, leaving nothing but faint memories and noncommittal requests to get a coffee sometime.

I spent years trying to figure out why my friendships have such a short shelf life. Did people just not like me once they got to know me better? Was I too full on? Or was I too protective of my true emotions? It turns out the answer is twofold. The culprit is my lifestyle and my lack of follow through.

I’m 24, I’ve gone to six schools and lived in five different countries. I travel for a living. I literally meet hundreds of new people every year. I’ve become so used to the transient nature of those connections that I’ve stopped trying to hold on.

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How it all began…

It all started about a decade ago. When I was thirteen years old my parents sat me down and told me my dad got a promotion. I’d just returned from a school trip to England and didn’t understand what they were saying at first.

“Congratulations on the promotion, dad,” I said. “But why is this such a big deal?” “The new job is in Vienna. You remember Vienna, right? It’s beautiful there.” Their voices were brimming with enthusiasm, but I could tell they were nervous. How do you tell a teenager to pack their bags and say goodbye to everything they’d ever known without sending them into hysterics?

It turns out it’s not possible. I’d been a good kid up until that moment, nice and considerate. But the prospect of moving to a new country made me lash out like a terrified wild animal. I locked myself in my room and carved the words “I hate you” into the wall with a pair of scissors. Just thinking about it makes me feel awful – my poor parents!

But I understand the fear and confusion that were coursing through my mind. Leaving behind those you know and love, the friendships you’ve built, is difficult.

Up until my move to Vienna I was your regular teenager. I had three close friends I spent every lunch break with and a dozen others I would chat to semi-regularly. Leaving that security behind was the scariest thing I could imagine.

My friends and I promised we would message each other every day. Moving abroad wasn’t commonplace in our small town and none of us really knew how to deal with the situation, but we were determined to make the best of it.

As the new school year began things started to get a little tricky. There I was, in a new country, forced to speak a language I hadn’t quite mastered while simultaneously trying to make new friends. In other words, I was a little busy.

I realised I had two options. I could either a) keep living in the past and spend all my free time maintaining old friendships or b) get on with my life. Eventually I chose the latter. Everybody does. What felt like a difficult decision was actually the inevitable outcome of my situation.

A minor in adulting

When I was 17 I moved again. I was fulfilling my short-lifelong dream of living in London, and I could not have been more excited about it! Once again I found myself in a new country whose culture I knew very little about – and this time I was completely alone.

I reacted in the only way I knew how. My friendship motto may as well have been “out with the old, in with the new”. The new came very quickly as my flatmates and I bonded over our sudden freedom and pitchers of saccharine Wetherspoons cocktails. Things were going swimmingly until it dawned on me that all of my close friends were doing three year degrees while mine would last four.

In other words, while I was spending my third year in Moscow they would graduate and be gone by the time I came back. I did make an effort to keep in touch from Russia but it wasn’t easy. Not because I wasn’t trying – I was just too overworked and depressed to do anything. By the time I got back to London I felt like I was alone once again.

Now, I must be honest. I’ve never experienced the utter isolation of being forgotten. I’ve always been fortunate to have people in my life who made an effort to remain in it, despite the frustrating lack of communication from my end. Although I can seem like the walking personification of “out of sight out of mind”, luckily for me not everyone is like that.

I’m still very close with a handful of girlfriends from the Czech Republic, some of whom I’ve known since we were six years old. I met one of my best friends in high school. My closest male friend ever was also my flatmate at university. Those people alone would be enough to make anyone’s life an absolute joy.

But because I meet so many people on my travels I’m acutely aware of all the would-be BFFs I leave in the dust. My constant moving also means that although I have great friends they’re rarely physically there. And the older I get, the more I suffer as a result.

My life post-university is a perfect example of that. Once I got my degree in June 2015 I moved to Manchester to live with my boyfriend. I spent six months there before moving to Glasgow where he found a new job. This January I relocated back to Vienna. In a week I’m going to Africa for five months and I’m not sure where I’ll go after that.

I wouldn’t say these past two years have been unhappy but there is definitely something missing. Looking back it’s clear that that something is a stable group of friends. My life is full of exhilarating new experiences but without people to share them with over a hot cuppa, it feels a little empty sometimes.

Where do we go from here?

“But you say you’re really good at making new friends, Sabina. So what’s the problem?” You make a great point. But having made and lost so many friends I’ve become a little jaded. Yes, I love meeting new people. What I don’t love is the feeling that I’m opening myself up to someone who is going to disappear in a few months. It makes me feel guarded and protective of my emotions.

Here’s one important thing I’ve learned though… People don’t have to stay in your life forever to leave a footprint on your heart. I no longer speak to some of my best friends from university but I know they’ve shaped who I am today. For that I’ll always be grateful.

In the eternally wise words of Carrie Bradshaw: “Some love stories aren’t epic novels.  Some are short stories but that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.” I know she’s talking about romantic relationships, but is friendship really that different?

I’m in a much better place now than I was a year or two years ago. Over the course of 2017 I met some incredible people whom I’ve quickly grown close to. Most of them are fellow travellers which means we don’t get to see each other very often. But on the bright side they get it and whenever we meet we just pick up right where we left off.

My mission for 2018 is to find somewhere to settle down for a while. Bristol and London are my top contenders at the moment, but we’ll see how I feel after getting back from five months in Africa. Until then I’m excited to work on my existing friendships and share my adventures with you. Like it or not, I count you among my friends too and I cannot imagine my life without you in it.

Have you enjoyed this post? Can you relate to it? Would you like me to share my best tips for maintaining your friendships while you’re on the road, or just otherwise living your life? Let me know in a comment below – I absolutely love hearing from you!

11 Comments

  • This post is so encouraging. I built a lot of friendships when I was in London but unfortunately they were all cut short physically. Back to Malaysia and somehow I also lost some connection with my existing friends at home. Everyone is just too busy and move on with their life. The struggle and loneliness are real. We commited so much to these friendships, yet we can lose them anytime. Having to say that, these people left a footprint in my heart and I’ll always be grateful for that, I’ll never forget those good old days with them. *Good write up! Sabina, I wish you the best in Africa and keep us updated!

  • I cen completely relate to what you are saying. Similarly to you i have been on the road for a really long time. So far I have lived in 6 different countries. Last year when I was moving to Canada I told myself this will be the last move for some time. I am not seriously thinking about settling down somewhere and creating a base. The novelty of being a digital nomad wears of quickly when friendships fade away. Keeping in touch becomes more difficult with each year and reunions not as exciting as they used to be because I see how much we grow apart. Best of luck in 2018 to you Sabina. I always enjoy your posts!

  • This was such an honest post and I loved reading it. I’ve been living in the same country for quite some time now, but I feel like I still can relate to what you wrote here. I’ve known so many people over the years, and I make friends so easily, but I tend to lose most of them after some time as well. I guess I’m just really lucky that some of my high school friends are also very much into traveling (and have lived in many different countries around the world), so we kinda stuck with each other because we all understand. Best of luck with finding a place to settle down, Sabina! And have fun in Africa 😉

  • That´s soo true sadly and I have been there honestly! When I did my Erasmus I experienced the very same thing twice! But I guess this is life unfortunately! Happy New Year and thanks for your inspiration!

  • I can sooo related to this post Sabina.. I have traveled a fair bit too in my life and have found at times I struggle to get the courage to start again with new people in new places. I lose track of time and a week becomes a month, then that month becomes a Year and I wonder why I haven’t heard from friends for a while.
    *Squishy hugging you from here* Nickib

  • I can totally relate to this honest piece. Perhaps, the more friends one makes, the more friends they lose. Because most times life is all about moving on especially with our different schedules. But all in all, however short the friendship is, there is always something fruitful from it.
    Wish you an awesome five months stay in Africa.

  • I know what you mean. At this point I like having a home base/routine and crave going back to it after around a month of travel. My grandma always told me, “Some for a reason, some for a season, and some for life.”

  • Such a beautiful and honest post! Totally relatable – but I just had to laugh at the wall-carving-melodrama! Too funny! I hope you have a meaningful and colourful time in Africa (will you be heading to Cape Town???), and you are probably already aware of it, but London is the perfect base for meeting friends AND traveling! 🙂

  • It is a great post, full of honest emotions.
    I can relate, even though I try maintaining friendships…I am still awful in replying to people.❤
    It is easy for me to find common ground with people and become friends, but it doesn’t fully stick. I often wonder what is wrong with me, and often think that I still have time😉
    I guess it might relate to the fact that I have also moved from abroad, and been focusing on developing myself and multitasking a lot. I do have a lot of friends but only a few lifelong friends.
    But anyways, maybe we can catch up when you are in UK 😂
    Good luck on your trip, I look forward to see your videos. And I am sure you will reach all your goals!

    I love London, but planning to escape it for a bit in Autumn.
    😊❤

  • I feel so connected to you thru your writing and most especially this post. We have no much in common and I find it refreshing to know I am not alone in some of these experiences and thoughts.
    I am starting my own travel blog shortly. Id love any advice you might have. Our biggest difference is that I am well traveled in Central and South America but not in Asia and Africa.
    Thank you for what you do.

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