I couldn’t get ready fast enough on the first day of the festival and after what seemed like hours on the shuttle, we finally arrived. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself I was so excited! Walking into Tomorrowland was like entering an alternate reality. It was exactly how I imagined it would be but it also felt completely new. No words can fully describe the emotional response each and every one of us had upon entering.

 

 

My friends and I made our way to the mainstage and found our spot where we remained for the rest of the weekend. There was a group of Swedes nearby and a couple of the guys came up to us and we all started chatting. I remember this one guy in particular, Christopher, with a CH and not a K. He had Go Hardwell or Go Home written on his arm and he was so excited for his set later that day. Time was not a real entity at Tomorrowland, so I have no idea how long he and I talked. Before my friends and I went to get dinner, Christopher gave me his name and I recorded it in the notes on my phone so I could find him on Facebook later. I told him we would come back to the same spot as soon as we were done eating. When we returned, the Swedes were gone. I never saw him again.

 

 

The rest of the weekend was a surreal, almost magical, experience and it ended too soon. I hardly wanted to go to Paris and continue the trip. How could anything ever top the weekend I just had? Tomorrowland was everything I thought it would be and so much more. 

 

 

While we met a lot of people from all over the world, I never forgot about that group of Swedes, especially the one who loved Hardwell so much. Little did I know, I would see Christopher again. Five months after first meeting at Tomorrowland, we were in a relationship.