This morning - the day of my flight to visit my best friend that I only get to see once or twice a year - I got an e-mail from my supervisor, stating that I had to be moved out of my residence hall within 4 days ... right in the middle of my trip to Vancouver. It was the most ridiculous situation. Luckily, through some persuasive arguing and eyes just about brimming with tears, I convinced them to let me stay until the regular semester starts back up. Heart attack #1 averted. My friend dropped me off at the airport, and I sat there for sooo long. My flight ended up being delayed an hour and I came extremely close to missing my connecting flight. I had to run across the entire airport, and was seeing spots by the time I reached the gate. But I made it - I was the last person on the plane - but heart attack #2 was also averted. When I arrived in Vancouver, I was so excited to see Mike. I just knew he'd be waiting for me with his arms open as soon as I got off the plane ... but no Mike. The screen said my flight was delayed an hour, so he went back to his car to take a nap. I didn't bring my cell phone, so I was freaking out. I called my mom from a payphone (it's 2AM for her at this point), and so she started freaking out. She couldn't find his number, so I used the wireless network on my laptop to go through all my old e-mails and find Mike's number. I called him just as he was walking in the airport. I started cussing him out and he thought it was some sort of sick joke. It was terrible. I was so mad and he was so confused. I grabbed my bags to storm out to his car, and he pulled the strap off my shoulder. He held his arms open, and I turned and lost myself in his arms. It had been about 7 months since I had seen him, and it was just so amazing to be with him again. So heart attack #3 faded away. It's strange to think how easily we could have never met. One night in Barcelona and we just happened to cross paths long enough to start up the most important friendship of my life. It's impossible to imagine getting through this past year without him.