I cannot believe my last week is about to begin. Time IS
flying and it will be weird to leave this amazing city and some of the people I
have met.

However – Buenos Aires has now become very known to me, and
I again search for change. The restlessness has returned to my doorstep – some
would say I am impatient (read: parents) – whatever version you prefer; I have
a syndrome and unless I am researching, planning, organizing, in love, scheduling
or just actually doing something, I get restless. I am diagnosed with the
so-called and self named travel syndrome. It can be in the shape of mind
travelling or physical travelling, doesn´t matter, they are usually both
present. Well, let’s just say that boredom and I don’t come along very well.

So, what´s up next?

As always, I cannot leave one place without having a plan
for a next. I already know that I will be in Lebanon by the end of the month,
reunited with fantastic people. And after that? Well, it all depends on
everything, doesn´t it smiley

What I wanted to blog today or just shout out loud is a THANK YOU – to all my friends and to my
family. Who accept me as I am (with my diagnosis)

You might believe the traveller syndrome is to my benefit
only? Well, think again. There are some drawbacks. Not to mention travel fever,
jet-lags, contagious diarrhea and worse, it’s the restlessness and the feeling
that in the end affects not just the ones “left behind”, but also and mainly
the traveller him– or in this case, herself.

First of all, to the female travellers’ disadvantage, is the
fact that she lives out of a bag. I miss having my large closet and a wide
selection of clothes, shoes, bags, underwear, make-up, perfumes and jewellery! I
confess: In 2009 I travelled through whole Central-America with my black
high-heels in my bag – and I used them one time only – the last night, New
Years Eve in Mexico, just for the sake of having used them. (And, I confess
again: I had two dresses with me, so that I would have something to choose from
on New Year’s Eve.) I did not bring stilettos and fancy dresses this time – the
extra weight simply doesn’t justify it. But gosh I miss dressing up! (Girls;
when I return, we have to have a girls night out where Comfort is not invited
and stays at home!)

Second, the traveller shares everything with nobody. Sad,
isn’t it? All the memories are inside the travellers´ head, and when you return
or along the way you can tell as much as you want, show all your pictures and
read your diary out loud, none of your friends or family were actually there with
you. As Einstein said; “the only thing that multiplies when shared is happiness”.

Third; the traveller is not a tourist. This can be perceived
both an advantage and a disadvantage – I leave that one up to you to decide for
yourself. Leave a comment if you dare.

Fourth; the absence of family and friends. Obviously, you
make friends along the way, but what distinguishes a travelling friendship from
what I would define a real friendship, is the friendships´ life cycle. A
traveller’s friendship experiences introduction and reaches maturity and death
sometimes within just an hour or two. What else is really left – you don´t have
the time to become friends. And, most likely you don´t even want to because a
long-distance friend means high maintenance costs. (Hey – that goes for more
than just friends too!)

As with any relationship, a friendship must be nurtured. (So
thanks Mr Zuckerberg – you made my world somewhat easier) Family is luckily
more independent from nurture – as family is family and it always will be – no
matter where you are or what you do. You are born into a family, you bond and
they, most likely, accept you just as you are from day 1. I however believe
that the level of nurturing is mirrored in the level of happiness and respect
within the family.

Friends are your
family by choice – but, there is a but (!), the choice is made by two. A
friendship will never last if one part is giving more or taking more than the
other, the “balance”, the “give&take” or the “yingyang” is fundamental. I
guess the same recipe goes for any relationship. It shouldn´t be a winner and a
looser, but two winners only. If you feel you are “the looser”, you give and
give, confront your friend with it or give it up. I have learned some lessons
here, and I still am studying the field of confronting uncomfortable
situations. Never fun, but such a relief afterwards!

Without care-taking, a friendship will not survive the
years. You know, show interest in the other person’s life, be sure to be
updated on what is happening and moving around and inside the other person, be
honestly rude whenever giving feedback and if it is a girl-girl friendship, the
nurturing process usually involves a yearly (non-domestic) shared consumption
of approx 50 litres of lattés or cappuccinos accompanied with gossip, analysis
of hes´ and plan-making.

At the end of the day, it all comes down to a few things,
and we of course all know what distinguishes our friends from our no-friends.

I am lucky to have a handful of friends with whom I can just
pick up the thread wherever we´ve left it when we meet again; whether it is in
Norway, in France (or currently Abu Dhabi to be more precise), in Korea or on
Skype. We have the ability to “freeze” the relationship and unfreeze it
whenever we reconnect. Just as with family. No need for further explanation –
we accept eachother just as we are.

In Norway we have this saying “Out of sight, out of mind” and this reflects
my point very well – because it distinguishes my friends from my “friends”.
Although we are out of sight, my friends are on my mind and with me. And I know
I am with you. And I look forward to whenever it is we arrive at the moment
when we “unfreeze” again.

Vagablond –
out&about


By the way; according to Facebook I have 313 friends. This
means I would have the time to spend one whole day with each of my friends
within a year and a second whole day with 52 of them. So, Mr Zuckerberg, if you
please solve the time-dilemma too, I would appreciate it very much.