Should You Relocate for a Boy??!

If you have missed the beginning of my dramatic saga, here it is.

Part 1: HELLOOO SEATTLE AND FRAT BOYS!

Part 2: My first Clue it wasn't a good decision?

Part 3: The first year

The year got worse and worse. and I think this time is where my weird issues with eating/food began. First of all, college cafeterias are made by the devil. :) Mine had pretty much a 7-11 open on the first floor 24 HOURS A DAY! Then there was the normal dining hall section with the fries and burgers 24-7, the Asian station (i love me some sweet and sour chicken), the "deli" which I would frequently eat it since it was "healthy?" But at that station you got a cookie the size of your head with every sandwich. Anyways... Suffice to say, just like most college kids who are on their own, I gained the freshman fifteen. But then, I would panic since I was going home every weekend so starting Wednesday, I would barely eat. Odwalla bars and yoplait yogurt was my staple. I would go home on the weekend, come back and Monday morning I would eat away my anxiety with the pancake/bacon breakfast, chocolate milk and doughnut snacks etc. I literally think I tried to make myself so full with food, that I was physically unable to feel sad.

Anyways, I survived (getting REAAALLLYYYYYY good grades by the way, since I had so much time to study aka NO SOCIAL LIFE).

I had made my decision. I was going to transfer home my sophomore year and go to school with my boyfriend and all my besties. :) I applied for a transfer, got accepted and starting counting down the days. My best friend was dating this guy (from the college back home, of course. Did I mention EVERYTHING cool that happened that year happened in Bellingham? Yeah. Sucked.) and they had found a duplex we were all going to live in the next year. 4 boys on one side, me, my best friend and two other girls on the other side. Umm... Hellooo.. funnnn or what?

I could not wait. I then officially pretty much gave up on trying to make ANY friends in Seattle and just knew I had to get through until June.

Boyfriend, summer time, new school, family. What could be better?

So June came. I remember packing up SOOO fast and hitting the freeway back home. FOR GOOD. I met the boyfriend and my friends that night for a bonfire, and I STILL to this day remember how happy I was.

The end? Nope. The boy dumped me the beginning of that summer. How dare he, right? After I had TRANSFERRED COLLEGES to be closer to him. Hmm.

I was absolutely HEARTBROKEN. I remember laying in bed with the blinds closed as the summer shine GLARED in and telling my mom I literally felt ill. Huh. All those love songs know what they are singing about. A broken heart actually does hurt. I had completely WASTED a year of my life waiting and waiting and waiting for when I could move and be closer to him. We were supposed to meet in the library to study. We were supposed to work on homework in the computer labs together. Now what? I would be stuck in close quarters with 4 smelly boys (one of which who I didn't especially care for that was dating my best friend) and then two other girls I barely knew?

And when the gossip got out that we had broken up, how PATHETIC would I look? 'Ohh she transferred "home" (which already had a negative connotation, like "she couldn't swing it in the big city so she's coming home crying to mommy).'

My emotions had COMPLETELY done a 360. The thing I had literally cried and cried about wanting so bad was finally here, and it was now making me cry and cry?

So, here I was. Smaller school, new place. Boyfriendless....