The title is not by accident. We do truly consider these people family.
We thank Instagram for one connection. A website for another. And the third, well, that one is a God thing.
We have had to re-learn how to part from loved ones. A friend asked on Twitter if I it was hard to always be saying goodbye to new friends.
So why do we keep doing it? Kerouac gets a piece of it - the unending fascination with ‘what’s next’:
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Another side of it is necessity. If we don’t move, others will. All the non-Boyink faces you see in these photos? We didn’t know any of them before beginning our lives of fulltime travel. They are fellow nomads. And being like-minded souls, they aren’t staying put.
Where Kerouac gets it wrong, though, is that it’s not good-bye. Not really. The road may part us, but it will also bring us back together again.
We have learned to not say goodbye, but rather see you down the road.
When I look at these faces, I can recall them in Michigan. Arizona. Oregon. Washington. Our traveling life is like a slot machine. Locations spin on one wheel. Faces of family and friends spin on another. And when they both slow down and click into place - we hit the jackpot.
It’s a transitional time this week. We start heading out of Florida after a time of building out our family. Group meals. Late night conversations where all the masks came off. Tearful partings.
But rough ‘see you down the road’ plans are in place. And other locations and faces are now spinning on the slot machine. Like Kerouac we are starting to lean forward. Not so much towards the next crazy venture, though, as into the next hug of a friend.
If you are a fellow nomad - how have you learned to handle parting from new friends?