Let’s get straight to the point here: My best friends moved overseas a few weeks ago and I am NOT okay.
Let me explain.
In the last few months, our group chat has essentially been planning to ‘wanderlust our way through our mid-20s in one of the most beautiful places in the world.’
I thought it was a phase, much like a lot of things we decide to do as a collective group turns out to be, and I didn’t pay attention to it. After all, I had bigger fish to fry, like staying in one place and one headspace for longer than a month. It’s been a year of self-development and self-reliance for me, and I knew deep down if they were going to go travel and experience new things together, I wasn’t going to join them.