They said: don’t date a girl who travels. Some of us replied; date a girl who travels.
Anyway. I’m a girl who travels. I met a guy who travels. What would be the story behind this? A good one? A romantic one? A sad one?
I’m a girl who travels. In fact, I met more than a guy who travels. We didn’t have the same path; we didn’t have the same plans. Most of the time, it wasn’t meant to be.
I’m a girl who travels. I met a guy who travels. Like every beginning, it felt great. We bought a car, we packed the car and we drove across Australia together. We discovered what Australia was all about and we experienced the simple life living on a farm… together.
I’m a girl from Canada. He’s a guy from England. I speak French, he speaks English. We thought we could build a path together somewhere somehow. Was it blindness or was it love? It was the romantic story of two solo backpackers who wanted to share their happiness I guess.
I don’t exactly know when we lost each other, but somehow, our romantic epic love story wasn’t meant to be.
There I was, visiting home, feeling comfy again, being the one I used to be… It was enough to question my life, my priorities. After nearly two years on the road, it was great to feel my roots again. I also had enough time to realize what my life could have been and what my life would never be.
Don’t get me wrong; I love traveling. Sometimes, I still wish I wasn’t dealing with my travel addiction; it would be much easier. I could have a steady job, save money and travel a few weeks a year. I could get into a serious relationship and be the best friend I want to be.
Is there something on Earth that could stop me? Is my travel addiction ruining my life?
Perhaps, I should simply tell you; watch out. I’m being serious here. Please, don’t date me. And if you do, please don’t even dare fall in love with me.
I’ll change my mind every day. I’ll crave a settled down life in a modern condo downtown Montreal. The next minute, I’ll dream of managing a new hostel in Costa Rica. What would you think of having a second house in Thailand? In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying my life on a cattle station in Australia, far away from the rest of the world.
I’ll be looking at flights just for fun. What if I could find a cheap flight to go to Sri Lanka? Don’t worry, if you can’t come, I’ll go by myself. I’m an adult; I can do it. If you do want to make me happy someday, you’ll just have to buy a couple of flight tickets. You won’t even have to spend a lot; error fares will do the job just fine.
I might dream about us. I’m a dreamer. I’ll imagine us across the globe; I’ll picture ourselves instead of them on this lovely picture in the Caribbean. I’ll dream of a life that we don’t need to escape from.
I might scare you away with my eternal questions or my scenarios. But, please don’t be afraid. If I let myself dream, it’s simply because I’m completely committed to you. This is the way I trust people. I’m simply trying to picture what could be my life with you and if I can feel this possible happiness.
I won’t spend money on things. Don’t even think of an expensive one like a house or a car. I sold everything already. I’m not ready for the settled down life just yet (or at least, until I change my mind again). I’d rather spend my last dollar on local meals, adrenaline shots and flight tickets. I’ll spend money on adventures or experiences. There’s no way I’ll work to live. I’ll preach for simple happiness through my lifestyle. Routine and boredom aren’t very attractive, are they?
I can think for myself. I don’t want you to believe I’m not happy with my life. I don’t want you to be scared. I’m an adult; I can do it. If you do think I could be bored with you, you might be right. This is why you’ll have to surprise me along the way.
I don’t need you. In fact, I’d rather be alone. But, if I do choose to have your company, this would mean a lot to me. I can do a lot by myself, but I can also enjoy a journey full of complicity, meaningful eye contact and happy laugher.
If you dare invite me in your life, please, don’t fall for me. And if in a moment of weakness, I invite you in mine; please, stay close enough to draw a smile on this pretty face of mine and give me wings when I need to fly.
There’s no need to be crazy. I’m just a random girl. And I travel.
There’s no need to fall for me. I’m just a random girl somewhere, somehow.
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