Falling In Love While Traveling

This is a story about falling in love while traveling. It’s going to get personal but I mean seriously, when am I not oversharing?

If you’ve been following this blog, you’ll know I sold all my possessions and left home to to twerk across 12+ countries this year.

This adventure was meant for me to dive head first into the full-time creative life. Into the person I always knew I was. And falling in love was certainly on the agenda. But the kind where you fall in love with travel, food, culture – not the kind where you fall in love someone. Although in the back of my mind I knew it was going to happen because I’m a human with a vagina and feelings.

falling in love while traveling water reflection

But I never thought falling for someone while traveling would be like this.

I know now you’re sitting there thinking, “Well…WHO IS IT?”


He was a boy.

We met in Argentina.

I’m not a believer of love at first sight but I was instantly drawn to him. Maybe it was his eyes or sunshine smile. I don’t know, damn. When you’re attracted to someone everything about them makes sense.

On day 1 we met standing next to each other in a crowd. We found out we’re both from the same city. He felt slightly like home.

On day 2 we chatted over delicious chicken crepes. He told me about his past, I told him about what I believed in. It was like talking to an old friend, all secrets laid out on the table.

On day 3 we had ice cream. I showed him one of my whimsical Youtube videos and he adored it. We had dinner and then we spent the night together. Everything was intense, harmonious, and absolutely right.

On day 4 we were infatuated. I fell into his arms like a soft feather resting in its nest.

On day 5 we asked each other questions. Silly to personal to everything in between. If happy describes what it felt like to be next to him then yes, I was happy. We were happy.

Day 6 sweetly melted into Day 7 like chocolate drizzle on ice cream. He woke me up with kisses, I absorbed myself in his embrace.

And on Day 7,

on Day 7 I packed my bags.

Looked at him with longing eyes.

Whispered, “see you later”.

I left Argentina.

And him, too, to write another chapter in his travels.

Today, I lay in bed with a heavy heart wondering when will I ever see him again.

And when I do, if everything will have changed and if I’ve lost a love that grew so fast but faded so slowly.

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  • Freed J
    June 26, 2016 at 10:49 am

    Why not just stay in touch with him via e-mail until you get back to Argentina? Or even better…bring him with you! : ) Teach him the ways of digital nomads!

    • TJ
      July 4, 2016 at 4:52 am

      Aw you’re sweet <3! We're still keeping in touch 🙂 crossing fingers for future meeting. Thanks for reading this love!

  • Rachelle
    October 6, 2016 at 6:32 pm

    I can relate to this in so many ways. I’ve had this happen on several occasions,and with each time it has the been some of the most real and intense love I’ve ever felt, though it’s always had to end so quickly. It’s both sad but also very beautiful. ♥

  • Teri
    October 16, 2016 at 7:24 pm

    I love how openly you relate this to us. Also really adore what you’re creating on your blog, instagram and vlog! Keep it up girl 🙂