I have been somewhat flip flopping on writing this particular post. I actually had it written once before when I was pretty upset and I’m glad I deleted the draft and started over. 🙂 Last night a friend from 20 years ago (that I haven’t talked to much since) talked to me about going through a recent break-up and just wanted to chat about it. Since my traveling endeavors started, this happens quite frequently but this one resinated with me and I felt the need to write about something a little off the subject of just traveling.
4 things you need to know about me…
- I’m the most spontaneous person you’ll ever meet and thrive off new challenges.
- I absolutely love being single, actually I like to consider myself somewhat the epitome of it.
- I get homesick as F
- I’m absolutely in love with love.
If you didn’t catch on to the list, they all completely contradict each other.
If you don’t know me or didn’t know, I recently accomplished going to every single state in the United States. Also, if you have not read past blog posts, I started this challenge after getting a divorce, getting depressed and needing to find myself..yada yada. So when I completed this after only 2 years, I felt like I needed to find another challenge. Which brings me to Iowa…
My reason for flip flopping on writing this post is because most of my blog posts are personal and involve another person. I have no guilt writing about my ex-husband because ultimately he sucks but writing about someone else is a little different.
I want to give somewhat of a backstory on this situation. I met this guy from Iowa, 2 years ago (right around when I started my adventure of completing 50 states) in my most favorite town in the United States; Deadwood, South Dakota. Long story short, him and I kept in contact the entire 2 years and when I felt it was time to finally visit him in Iowa, I did and me being in love with love completely fell in love with the “love story” of it and not what it actually was.
Not even joking, it wasn’t even 2 weeks after I finished my goal of going to all 50 states, I moved to Iowa. There’s a lot of reasons I thought this was right at the time. A. The guy B. The town was IDENTICAL to my hometown so I felt a little less homesick and C. And probably the biggest reason, I felt completely lost and I NEEDED a new challenge. I have never moved anywhere before and it was the next big thing for me other than flying overseas.
Well, my spontaneous attitude and my tendency of rushing into shit sometimes is my downfall because all in all, the guy and I didn’t work out. I want to be honest and say that this was just like 3 days after I moved to Iowa and I was out for the count after. I couldn’t remember a time since my divorce I had felt so down and I completely assured myself that I had traveled and re-gained my independence for nothing. Which like all my blogs, brings myself to the moral of why I’m writing this.
I’d be lying if I said even after a month of being here, I’m not still super bummed it didn’t work out, however, I’m SO GLAD I moved here. How does this resinate with the girl I talked about before? I think the most vital time to do an awesome thing in your life is when you’re going through a catastrophic event, us as humans become so content with our routine life and when we go through something like a break-up, it’s the fire under ass, if you will, to challenge ourselves into doing something different and ultimately we learn a ton about ourselves.
So what did I learn for myself? Never stop rushing into new challenges but stop rushing into relationships.
Even though I deleted my original mean-hearted blog post the message does remain the same. All dudes suck.
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