I had been dreaming of going to Emerson College since 7th grade. It was my first choice school and the only school that I applied to. I knew from the beginning that I would love it. I was elated when I got that thick envelope in the mail congratulating me on my acceptance. Right after high school graduation I spent the whole summer getting ready to move in. I did the usual Bed, Bath & Beyond trip and came out with lamps, rugs and some plates and forks.
Move-in day was a mixture of emotions as I settled into my new life as a college student! A week went by with a few parties, orientation and class schedules, but on September 14th, I met a guy who I thought was really cute and funny. We had seen each other in passing in our dorm building, but started chatting at a party that night. We talked for hours and hours. I really wish I could remember that conversation, but it was interesting enough that we started hanging out on a daily basis. Soon, we were inseparable.
10 years of inside jokes, cross-country road trips, international travel, Sunday morning coffee, evening walks and constant inspiration.
10 years of feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
Irving and I have now been together for more than a THIRD of my life. (And don’t think I haven’t already done the math and realized that we will have been together for HALF my life by the time I’m 36!)
Who knew that 10 years ago, my dream of going to Emerson would eventually lead me to the man I’d later call my husband.
I can’t wait to write a post like this again in 10 more years… and then 20… and then 50! (Kelocity.com will still be around then, promise!)
Any other college sweetheart love stories out there? Please gush!