If It Feels Right, Can It Be Wrong? – A True Story And Guest Post by Liesbet Collaert @LiesbetCollaert

Continuing my series of true stories, I’m delighted to welcome Liesbet Collaert, who shares her story of how life changed the direction she was travelling.

If it feels right, can it be wrong?

Although Liesbet leads a different life to me (read and follow her blog to find out more) her true story is one I gasped at even though I’ve had similar experiences. It makes me believe in fate even more and why we find ourselves in certain situations for a real purpose.

Will her story bring back memories of a familiar position when you read it? Has fate played a part in your life?

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Liesbet and Caesar arriving in San Francisco

San Francisco. A fascinating city I only know from movies and guidebooks. So close now! I can almost see the Golden Gate Bridge, smell the salty air of the bay, and feel the breeze in my light brown hair. The promise of a new adventure causes my ear-to-ear grin as I hop into our small camper to grab a CD of dEUS, my favorite Belgian band.

After crisscrossing the United States, Western Canada, and Alaska in our truck camper for the last year and a half, my boyfriend Karl, his dog Caesar, and I landed in California. Karl’s friend Nik, a DJ, had invited us to share his studio-apartment in Oakland, as a base to explore SF. Nik also rents out two apartments in his house.

CD in hand, I enter the yard again and stop dead in my tracks. Two gorgeous dogs with fluffy tails had run up to me. I smother them with cuddles and praise.

“Hi, I’m Mark. And these two are Kali, the white one, and Darwin, the grey one.”

Liesbet with Kali and Darwin

I look up from admiring the wagging furballs.

My eyes meet those of a tall, skinny, short-haired, and attractive man in the doorway of apartment #1.

“Hello. I’m Liesbet. My boyfriend and I are staying with Nik for a week to visit San Francisco. Our home on wheels is parked in front of the house.”

“Home on wheels? Why are you living in a camper?”

“It lets us travel around with our own bathroom and kitchen and plenty of storage and provides much more comfort and security than dingy hostels and a backpack,” I tell him with an unfaltering smile and raised voice; telltales of the excitement I always feel when elaborating on my pursuit of freedom.

“I detect an accent. Where are you from?” he asks, after I had described a handful of places I visited while backpacking for almost two years on the other side of the world.

“I’m from Belgium, but I haven’t been back in a while.”

Mark seems entranced, which encourages me to ramble on about my passion. After some time of telling stories and trading questions and answers, he exclaims, “That’s incredible! I need to travel and find myself a Belgian girlfriend!”

I blush. It dawns on me that we’d been chatting for a while.

“Do you know what time it is?” I ask. An hour has passed. I rush to Nik’s place next door.

“Where have you been?” Karl asks.

“Talking to a neighbor, the one with the big dogs. He seems like a nice guy.” I hand my CD to Nik, who is always eager to discover new music.

Our planned week in the Rockridge area of Oakland turns into four, as all of us become friends and Mark unintentionally draws me closer and closer. Karl encourages my contact with the neighbor. “Soon we’ll be out of here and it’s just you and me again,” he says. “Enjoy the company!”

I embrace Mark’s presence until I crave it.

One night, the Hollywood-moment arrives… our first kiss. An arm around my shoulders. A fluttering body. Touching of lips. Mutual desire. He loves me back!

We never allow anything more to happen. Mark is a realist. He knows I am leaving Nik’s place shortly and that I am in a serious relationship.

Our dreadful last evening together eventually arrives. We hug strongly and kiss tenderly.

“I’ll come pick you up wherever you are, whenever you’re ready to leave Karl.” Mark’s parting words sound sweet. Is he serious?

Mark and Liesbet

That night, I lie awake, heart racing. By morning, it’s time to pack up the camper and leave.

I exchange glances with Karl. His eyes beam with excitement about continuing our adventures; mine reflect trouble and sadness.

I take the plunge.

“I can’t be with you anymore. My attraction to Mark has grown too strong.” I sound more determined than I feel.

Shock.

Karl stares at me with intent. “We’re driving to Mexico. We both looked forward to this.”

Silence.

Did he not notice my enthusiasm to continue our overland journey had diminished these last weeks?

I swallow hard.

Can I really give all this up? Our past explorations on the road? The year and a half before that, where he tried so hard to fit into my Belgian life? How about my American visa that will run out if I don’t leave the country soon?

The consequences of my impulsiveness finally trigger some brain activity.

Karl continues, “I love you. Caesar and I will miss you so much.”

We both cry. Three years together is not nothing. I think about the good times we shared. Karl and his dog – and me, too – had been ecstatic when I showed up at his Maryland apartment, ready to roam North America. That was the summer of 2003. I had thrown a goodbye party at my parents’ house in Belgium and hopped on a plane. Little did I know I was never to return.

I remain quiet. My heart bleeds for him. Karl is a sensitive man who understands me and cares about me. We have the same passion: traveling the world on a budget. Yet, I crave more romance in a relationship…

Am I seriously giving up my travels for a man?

That would be a first. It’s usually the other way around. My gut knows how this predicament will end. My mind has nothing to add.

I face Karl and finally utter, “If I leave with you, I will want to come back here at some point.” It is the only conclusion I can muster.

I have fallen in love with another guy, the “guy next door.”

Mark with Kali and Darwin

“If that’s what you want,” Karl replies with a sigh, “then you should just stay.”

In the hours that follow we split the money from our communal account; I gather my belongings; and we discuss a contingency plan for the truck camper. I pet Caesar goodbye and give Karl one last, heartfelt embrace. Then, misty-eyed, I watch them drive away.

I close the door of Mark’s apartment behind me. Unlike other times when Karl and I returned his dogs after walking them with Caesar – today, I don’t leave.

My pile of clothes and gear clutters the corner of the bedroom. I settle on the bed with Kali and Darwin. My tears soak their fur within minutes. Mark has found his Belgian girl without having to travel; she appeared right on his doorstep. He probably thought he’d never see her again. Surprise!

Liesbet and Darwin

What will he say when he comes home from work?

What if he doesn’t want me here?

As usual, I don’t have a back-up plan.The rest of the afternoon, I cry. I feel bad for Karl.

I’m such a selfish bitch.

The front door opens. The dogs jump up and run towards their human. I stay behind in the bedroom.

“Hi, guys,” Mark greets Kali and Darwin with a sad voice. “I guess they’re gone, huh? You two don’t seem too excited to see me. What’s up?”

I walk into the hallway. My eyes sting.

Mark looks up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His words crush me. I shuffle towards him. We hug. I don’t want to let go.

“I’m staying with you,” I whisper, as if he doesn’t have any say in this. Mark’s face relaxes into a smile. His grip tightens. I guess that means it’s okay.

***

Writer & Blogger Liesbet Collaert

Liesbet Collaert’s articles and photos have been published internationally.

Born in Belgium, she has been a nomad since 2003 with no plans to settle anytime soon. Her love of travel, diversity, and animals is reflected in her lifestyle choices of sailing, RVing, and house and pet sitting.

Liesbet calls herself a world citizen and currently lives “on the road” in North America with her husband and rescue dog. Follow her adventures at www.itsirie.com and www.roamingabout.com.

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Liesbet’s true story is taken from her new book, Plunge.

Plunge

Tropical waters turn tumultuous in this travel memoir as a free-spirited woman jumps headfirst into a sailing adventure with a new man and his two dogs.

Join Liesbet as she faces a decision that sends her into a whirlwind of love, loss, and living in the moment. When she swaps life as she knows it for an uncertain future on a sailboat, she succumbs to seasickness and a growing desire to be alone.

Guided by impulsiveness and the joys of an alternative lifestyle, she must navigate personal storms, trouble with US immigration, adverse weather conditions, and doubts about her newfound love.

Does Liesbet find happiness? Will the dogs outlast the man? Or is this just another reality check on a dream to live at sea?

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My thanks to Liesbet for writing this guest post.

If you have any questions or comments for Liesbet, please leave them in the comments section. She’d be delighted to hear from you.

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48 thoughts

  1. I remember this story, Liesbet. You remind me how ultimately we need to follow our heart. Our journey may be circuitous yet you end up where you are supposed to be. Thank you for hosting Liesbet, Hugh.🙂

    1. I see you believe in fate as well, Erica! 🙂 Thank you for swinging by here, reading, and commenting. You’re an active girl! I hope the walking is going well. And, I do think you’ll end up in Iceland again one day. 🙂

    1. Hi Sally! I knew you’d understand about that heart. From experience. 🙂 Karl and I are still good friends and things seemed to have worked out for the best. Of course, one will never know for sure. I’m looking forward to your thoughts about Plunge, later this year.

  2. Liesbet and I have been online friends for quite a while, and last year in January I met her, Mark, and Maya when they appeared on my doorstep. Of course, by invitation. It was pre-Covid days and we shared a chili lunch and long chat together.

    I have read Liesbet’s splendid book, giving it a 5* Amazon review. Tomorrow she will be featured on my blog, so stay tuned, Hugh. 😀

    1. Hello Marian! Aaaah, pre-Covid days. I’m so glad we managed to squeeze that visit in before all hell broke loose. Thank you for your continued support – and hosting me on your blog today as well. Friday, I’ll be over at Jacqui’s. I’m a virtual social butterfly this week. 🙂

  3. I remember the story vividly! Only I enjoyed seeing some pics that went with the story! Great to see Liesbet featured here Hugh! Hugs to both of you! xxx

  4. I read Plunge in the last month and found it to be an excellent read, Hugh. I especially liked how Liesbet lets us into her head as she and her husband are navigating the challenges of life. I admire anyone whos willing to take a risk in life and not do something the conventional way because it’s expected.

  5. Thank Hugh, for introducing us to a new writer. I’m glad you are continuing to post your ‘True Stories’ series. Hi, Liesbet, welcome to the club. I enjoyed your story. You were so brave to go with your heart and not the logical decision. I want to read more about your adventures. Hugs around.

  6. What an amazing story and so well told. I guess Liesbet had come to the crossroad and fortunately made the right decision. I can’t help feeling sorry for Karl, but life goes on and I’m sure he got over it in time.

    1. Hello Sylvia! This story seemed like a good place to start my travel memoir, as it was the beginning of a new era for me. I felt sorry for Karl as well. Luckily, it was all for the best and he is now living a happy life in southern Utah with a wife and two daughters. 🙂

        1. I hear you… about making decisions on impulse. As long as I don’t start second guessing afterwards. 🙂 Regarding resigning from jobs… I never resigned anywhere, but after I left Belgium, the solution was to work for myself from the road. Love it!

  7. Hi Hugh!

    Thank you for featuring me on your blog today. You did a fantastic job with the post. I love how you broke it up, organized it, and added the photos. The banner and introduction couldn’t be better as well. Most of these photos are exclusive and have never been posted anywhere else before! I look so young… 🙂

    Have a wonderful week ahead!

    1. You’re very welcome, Liesbet. Thank you for being my guest today. Your true story is amazing to read. It’s a great beginning to your book (which I have downloaded and will read). I’m so pleased to have had the exclusive to some of the photos. I’m glad you like how I’ve presented your guest post. I really enjoyed putting it all together.

      You too – have a wonderful week.

  8. Thanks Hugh. I’ve already put Liesbet’s book Plunge on my book wish list before reading this. Now I really can’t wait to read her book!

  9. How wonderful to see Liesbet featured on your blog today, Hugh! We met her and Mark in person 4 years ago when they were house sitting near Sacramento. Another blogger from San Diego introduced us. I’ve been reading her book, Plunge, and it is aptly titled. This first chapter really hooked me as she plunged into her new life. Wishing her the best with her book!

    1. Hello Terri! Has it really been four years already since we had that house sit in Sacramento and met you and Hans? Phew! Time sure flies. I’m so glad you hosted us that time, that we stayed connected via our blogs, and that we are still friends. And there was that quick meetup one San Diego as well. Fate… 🙂 Happy reading!

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