I can relate. In August I'm uprooting the life I've lived for the past five years, moving 250 miles away from home, leaving behind the boyfriend and friends who have stood behind me every step of my miserable high school existance, just so I can begin the pursual of my dreams to be a college history professor. The moving part isn't so hard, I once moved 4 times in one year. The part that is going to kill me is leaving my boyfriend. He's been extremely supportive and he if threatened that if I didn't go to college willingly, he would drag my ass down there and leave me there. *sigh* I left one adventure for another it would seem. But I'm looking forward to it.