I guess this is love
I was standing on a sunny rock after jumping off an eight meter waterfall when I realized that the relationships that I have been a part of in the last year are truly the strangest, most unique, and most rewarding relationships I’ve had in my life.
I was standing next to a group of people, who I didn’t even know existed a year ago, screaming at the top of my lungs to another three people standing on the top of said eight meter waterfall.
One at a time, they jumped. With hesitation, yes, but they f*cking jumped.
And then I had tears in my eyes.
When you’re traveling — like “real” traveling — you meet a lot of people in hostels, at bars, on tours. You develop amazing, authentic relationships. Some of them last more than one night, a good chunk of ’em don’t.
You hold a special place in your heart for these people, but it doesn’t have a foundation behind it.
The relationships made on Remote Year are completely different. There’s a whole lot of build up.
I’ve seen these people at their highest highs and lowest lows. I’ve seen them deliver boss-ass presentations on the skills that allow them to work and travel, and I’ve seen them break it down on the dance floor, covered in neon face paint. I’ve witnessed them crying from mental exhaustion, and laughing so hard they’re crying, maybe even peeing their pants. I’ve seen them broken, and I’ve seen them conquering fears.
I love these people.
So here’s to my 2017 Valentines — Cousteau.
You’re a bunch of crazy kids, but I love you.