I have not had an honest-to-goodness bestfriend/family bug in three months, one day, and about thirteen hours. And that was from my sister who is a notorious “I don’t Hug”ger.
When you live like I do, moving every few weeks; working, literally, all the time, you don’t make many friends – which is another post altogether.
I am starved for any type of physical intimacy. I’m not talking any remotely close to getting my kit off with anyone else, I’m talking hugs. I’m talking hip bops, hell, I’d take a hair muss right about now.
And before you (parents/family) leave a comment saying something along the lines of “you just need to power through it blah blah blah” I know. I just need to power through it because the only other option is returning. This isn’t a few weeks away I miss my parents type of post. This is a post saying that I am so starved for interaction that I literally don’t know what will happen if someone pays me any sort of attention in the real world. So don’t you go posting anything like that.
I don’t have an answer for this one yet. I’ll let you know if I find one.
Get Reading. Get Travelling.