When I graduated high school in 2009, I had planned to go to the University of Iowa, a school that was around 4 hours away from my hometown of Omaha, Nebraska. It was never my intention to meet a boy I wanted to date right before leaving for college, but as it turns out that's exactly what happened.
Everyone knows the typical female mantra for January, "new year, new me!" Girls hashtag it for the first few weeks, when they're actually hitting the gym and trying to stick to their New Year's resolutions, but I want to talk about a different kind of mantra. New year, new guy.
I want everyone reading this to understand that the only way off of that hook is yourself. You are the only one standing in the way of your happiness.
Hopefully my experiences can provide some sort of framework for your greater and lesser moments chasing love (or something like it).