Life works in mysterious ways, I say to myself, as I’m looking out my window. I’m on a plane to another state, in another part of the country. I never expected to just up and leave my home of Los Angeles, my birth place. I never expected to move in with the love of my life, my boyfriend of five years, whom I’ve known since eighth grade. It’s weird to think that when I was a young girl, I didn’t ever think I was going to be in a relationship with anyone, let alone for this long. I always thought I was going to be a writer, or in the entertainment industry, living alone with my cats and my books. Well, apparently the universe had different plans, because in eighth grade when I first saw my BF, my whole world stopped. Literally. And I had no idea what the hell was going on! My heart stopped beating at a mile a minute, mouth was dryer than the palm desert, and I felt...a warm, deep feeling. I was definitely confused, but I could sense that we were found to be in each other’s life some way or another. We’ve been through a lot together, from a heartbreaking betrayal in freshman year, to not talking to each other for months, to rekindling our friendships, to me having my first GF, which ended badly. I lost a good friend in the process. High school was already rough as it is with homework, friends, my depression, and family life. I almost gave up on him, and I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. Was I not pretty enough, good enough? Did his family not like me? He was my first serious boyfriend, and I was a very shy and self-conscious young lady. Finally, at the beginning of our junior year, he realized the girl he was with at the time wasn’t for him...it was me. So, in February of 2012, two days after my birthday, we were back together. And it’s been like that since.