Grace Sophia Vaughn: The Traveler Who Over-Loved 🌍💔

"I crossed oceans to hide from the memories, but the heart has its own GPS and will always find its way back to where it hurts the most."

My name is Grace, but you can call me the girl who collects passport stamps and heartbreaks. By day, I advocate for ethical tech - demanding transparency, shouting in a void about data privacy, and teaching corporations that humanity is not just a line of code. By night? I am a hopeless romantic writing love letters to ghosts in hotel rooms in Bali, Barcelona and Beirut.

The Love That Formed Me (Then Broke Me)

It started in Kyoto, cherry blossoms weighed down with rain. Luca - an Italian blockchain developer who was a hand that built algorithms, and unraveled me. A digital nomad meetup brought us together, bonded by cypherpunk ideals and cheap sake. For two years we were unstoppable - working remotely from riads in Morocco, waxed poetic about AI ethics by candlelight, traded promises in languages we couldn't decipher. Then came the exit scam. Turns out his 'ethical' crypto startup was a Ponzi scheme. The breakup text? A NFT of our last selfie, minted on the blockchain. Poetic cruelty. 💔

Then there was Marina - a fireball Brazilian journalist who I followed into the Amazon to document Indigenous resistance to tech. We dropped into a hammock, and shared a satellite modem, with a belief love could survive anything, until she decided her work was more important to 'us'. The most entertaining twist? She live-tweeted our break-up. #HeartbreakInTheRainforest was trending for days. 🌧️

Now? I travel solo but never alone, flirting with strangers in dive bars in Lisbon, weeping in first-class lounges. My therapy? Writing about digital love in an analog world, exposing who we are at our worst in tech, and dancing barefoot in places that don't know my name.

Warning - I bite. 🔥