Like I said, I was firm in my belief that my boyfriend at the time and I would be able to last, because we had the advantage of closeness—he only lived 20 minutes away. But, the nature of Transy made that 20 minutes seem like 200, and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. When I arrived here, there were -so- many people eager to begin new friendships with me, hang out with me, explore the town with me, but having to drive 20 minutes away every day for hours severely limited my ability to get to know my new family (because, seriously, you’ll start to think of some of your fellow Transy students as such). I found myself slowly falling further and further behind all my other peers in building relationships with my new classmates; I missed out on all kinds of campus events, missed chances to join organizations and do community service. It’s no secret that the further you are from Transy’s campus, the less integrated you become in the close community—and it didn’t help that my boyfriend didn’t go here and didn’t understand.
So this distancing continued to happen until finally, after 2 ½ years together, we called it quits due to some rather unfortunate circumstances, but also because we were on different paths—I wanted to be involved with the university I had fallen in love with, and, because he attended a different college, he didn’t understand and resented me for sometimes “choosing school over him.” Of course, I was devastated at first, but my Transy community picked me right back up.
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