After a year of practically living with Rufstuf two months away seems hard. But it is only 63 days, 63 nights of a lonesome sleeping bag or an empty hostel bed which is going to fly by too quickly… For the two hip boys left behind its probably going to be even harder. Has anyone tried and tested this relationship buster? Being on opposites side of the world might be a challenge.
I think it proves how much you love someone when you miss them because you want them to experience amazing things with you. When you think God, I Wish You Really Were Here as opposed to I want to go home and see you. When you feel sad that the special person in your life isn’t jumping out of an aircraft with you or hanging from a Blue Mountain or standing in awe with you at Ayres Rock – that means you love them. I think, anyway. It’s the excitement you want to share.
As for your best friend and best mates missing them when you’re dancing the night away in a Sydney nightclub or schmoozying with the Neighbours cast could mean the same thing. You miss them because you wish they were experiencing the adventures that you’re having, not because you want to go home to them. I know there will be those moments when Hip1 looks at me and says I wish ‘them lot’ were here.
Life is too short to be homesick. And for our beautiful boyfriends left behind – have a mad summer, work hard, play harder and remember you only have peace and quiet for 63 days!
So.. if you don’t hear from me or Hip1 it’s not because we don’t love or miss you, its because we are doing the fun stuff that dreams are made of. It’s because we are lapping up the travelbuzzing, crashing a 4×4 on Fraser Island, getting lost in our campavan, disrupting the Groovy Grape wine tours or dancing in circles in Sydney. We will be having the time of our lives, and truly madly deeply wishing you were there with us.
LOVE LOVE LOVE x
