My first week of college was a crazy one to say the least.

I had moved in on a Sunday morning and moved out the following Friday night.

I hadn't even been at my original college for more than a week to know that this school wasn't right for me.

Matter of fact, I knew back in June that this school wasn't right for me.

I didn't say anything because I knew this is where everyone else wanted me to be.

I thought my family would look the other way if I had decided to follow my high school boyfriend to college.

College is suppose to be about new experiences, new people and good times.

Originally I wanted to go to the college my boyfriend was attending before he even committed there. 

But since he committed before me, I didn't want it to look like I was following him there.

So I went with my second option. 

Which by the way is a beautiful school. Great area and academics. 

Just not where I wanted to be.

It's where my family thought would be "best for me".

So when I called three days in crying on the phone, they knew something was wrong.

I was not one to cry. 

I was known to my family as very independent. So this came across to them as something that important to me.

At the time I thought I was home sick too. 

I thought I was too far away from home, from my friends, family and more importantly the person I love the most.

I also had a kidney infection that I may or may have not had taken as a sign, but that's another story.

I called up the school I wanted to go to originally and asked if it was too late to enroll. They asked for my official high school transcript and that I would be set to go.

I called my boyfriend on the phone the minute I knew I was leaving.

He was elated. Maybe even more than me.

I know what you're thinking.

BAD IDEA

But he's been my best friend long before we were even dating.

My rock.

My world.

He makes me laugh. Oh boy does he make me laugh...

He's goofy, and has these weird quirks about him I can't explain. But there apart of him I love.

He's caring and devoted to the things he loves.

He still has his moments. The one's where I want to smack him upside the head. But it's who he is.

Sometimes I just look over at him while he's sitting there and smile, then thank God he's mine.

Do I know that we will be together forever?

Of course not. 

But I want too.

And right now he makes me happy.

There are other reasons why I left my original school of course.

But overall, I wanted to be where my home away from home was. 

As I type this.

I think of him and his smile.

Then I smile.

I am happy.