Goodbyes hurt
I knew it was coming
But still I wasn’t ready
I can’t say the things I want to say
My best friends are going to Australia.
to India and me to Switzerland.
I know I will never see my friends again.
Tears come, can’t hold them back
My heart hurts, I can’t sleep.
I feel like numbing the pain,
but there is no anesthesia strong enough.
There are no words that comfort me
There are no songs that reach me.
I’m alone
in the end,
Always alone
I hate this lifestyle, I hate saying goodbye.

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”Hi I’m so and so I”m from xx and where are you from?” Most of us GN (Global Nomads) hate this question, and I’m one of them. If the person asking it is someone who interests me, someone who I want to get to know then I welcome this question because I know it will open a whole conversation. If its part of a ‘’small talk” conversation then I try and keep it simple. But by not saying I was born in Papua New Guinea, and moved to Switzerland when I was 16 and now live in Thailand, I feel like I’m lying about my past. The place where we grow up forms our character. I’m NOT typically swiss, even though every single swiss person thinks he/she isn’t typically swiss, I really AM NOT and for some weird reason its usually very important that people know that. Last week for example, I picked up my daughters friend and I got introduced to an American woman married to a french. I got introduced as Lielie who is from Switzerland. I just smiled and the women went off on long explanation people from different parts of Switzerland don’t get on. I wanted to tell her I’m not really swiss. I was just driving and had to pick up other children and I didn’t’ want to go in to the whole long conversation.
And yet this brief encounter bugs me. I think, GN really want to be understood that we grew up differently. Every human has a need to be understood and we GNs might have it abit more than everyone else. I might be wrong…

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