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Life Her Story

It was my junior year of college. I was completely in love and actually living with my (then) boyfriend, Chris. We had officially moved away from the seemingly typical shacking-it-up college couple and were actually playing house. We split the bills and every night I made us dinner. We had made the decision that down the line a sparkly ring, white dress and penguin suit were in our future. A baby fit perfectly into that little dream—later. Never in a million years did I think going to the doctor over Christmas break for a stomachache would mean finding out I was pregnant. Until reality came...
When I met her, I felt the feeling you see in movies but that you don’t believe truly exists. My heart jumped in my throat, my palms were sweating and every word I muttered sounded absolutely ridiculous. It wasn’t because she was stunning (though she was). It wasn’t that she was intelligent (though she most definitely was). It was her presence that made me want to take my heart out of chest and place it in the palm of her hand. And I did give her my heart – instantly, unthinkingly and lovingly. 
 It was our first few days of college. She was my suitemate, and she was all I could think about...
Over the last four weeks, I have straddled the equator line, zip-lined through a rainforest on the edge of the Amazon and climbed to 15,780 feet above sea level on Cotopaxi, one of the highest active volcanoes in the world. I took 80 hours of intensive Spanish, learned how to make Ecuadorian soup with shrimp and plantain "meatballs" and had my first fluid and coherent conversation in another language. But six months ago, I was sitting in a cubicle at a desk job in relative misery, anxious, heartbroken and depressed. So let me start from the beginning. I went to college at Northeastern...