Let me preface this by saying that in college I thought having a boyfriend, a constant hookup, or even someone who really liked me, was the key to my happiness. I spent many a night getting upset over someone who is now completely insignificant, solely because these were the values that were constantly pounded into my head. Graduating without a boyfriend, I thought, was simply not an option. But I did, and I’ll tell you why that was the biggest blessing in disguise.
Now, in New York City, at 22, I am so unbelievably happy to be single and independent. When I first moved here, my mother said to me, “This is your time to be selfish,” and she was spot on. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, without being tied to someone states or countries away. Don’t get me wrong, relationships are right for some people, however, for me, they aren’t in the cards right now. I love being so self-sufficient all the time, I love making new friends and meeting new people, and I am happier than ever just to find out who I am as a single, 22-year-old young adult in a new city.
I now realize how my values have shifted in such a positive way. I feel very free and happy all of the time, and maybe one day the right person will walk into my life, but until then, I am very content with my single life. Often people say that things happen for a reason, and I am certain that all of my anxiety over finding “the one” in college is no longer with me.