Where we stand in the end

I look now into my dorm bed, covered with almost all of the things I possess right now. It's funny, confusing, and scary to think that all I have now, fits into a 48L backpack.
I'm scared, sometimes hungry, tired, and in the end, many were the times when I asked myself what was I doing here.
I came here with someone who actually was way more than a friend, and now all I have is some friends I meet for 4 days. It's exhausting to think that every time that happens, I need to say goodbye to someone I just started to see as a friend.
Life is this. Meeting people, sharing stories, crying, laughing and feeling what fills your heart even after something stupid that happened in one more day.
I'm always afraid I won't meet more persons like this, and that I won't be able to continue as I should. In the end I meet people like Emily and Marleen, that filled my heart with things I can't put in words. They made me realize how beautiful this bug of traveling is, and how things could be. I just feel sorry for those who spend so much time trying to find something in them, traveling or not, and in the end they can't see that this was never about us. It's about those flowing into our lives.
We live for 60, 70 years, and in the end, all I have and all I will have is this minutes where we shared laughs and tears with a complete stranger you met on a day like many other ones.