I didn't talk to Jess for three days. It was almost like a breakup with a boyfriend. Jess has been my best friend since Freshmen year and I was so hurt when she wouldn't do spring break with me. But as it turns out, everything happens for a reason. Jess and I are back on "best friend" terms, her and the girls booked a 5 day vacation to Florida, and me...I just booked my tickets to England and Ireland today.

I have many reasons for wanting to go back to Europe. After studying abroad in Amsterdam for four months I fell in love with traveling. Amsterdam is also where I met Rachel. My first night in Amsterdam I was sitting in a coffeeshop with some kids from my program that I just met and at 1 am, stumbling in comes this girl with a lip and nose ring, cat eye glasses, and the cutest fashionable european ensemble I'd ever seen. "This girl is far too cool to ever be my friend" I thought to myself. But four months later I left Amsterdam counting Rachel among one of my closest friends. Rachel is originally from England and studies in Canterbury. When I told her how my spring break plans fell through she quickly offered up her place for me to stay and come visit. A free place to stay in England and the chance to see my best friend, how could I pass that up?

So there it was, I was going to England. But I'm the type of person that if I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it big. I looked at my other options. I have some friends studying in London that I could pop in to see, but I wanted to get more out of my flight across the ocean. That's when I thought of Andy.

This past summer I lived in the Bronx where I go to school. While the summer is usually vacant of my usual school friends, their are some people that brave New York for those insanely hot and humid months. A rag-tag bunch of Irish boys who, through an exchange program and a connection in the Bronx, moved to New York for the summer. One of those boys is Andy. Andy had studied in Ireland with my roommate Kat and good friend Sean. Throughout the summer all of us hung out together as it was only us in the Bronx. I liked Andy from the start and we quickly started up a summer fling. But as these things go, at the end of the summer Andy went back to Ireland. We kept in touch frequently through email, and the more we talked the more I missed our time together.

When I decided I was going to England, I emailed Andy and asked if he would like to meet up in Ireland. He offered to meet me in Dublin and celebrate St. Paddy's day there. We went back and forth in emails discussing hostels, other travel plans, and whether or not this was really going to happen. Yesterday I booked our hostels. Today I booked my flight. It's official, I'm going to see Andy in March.

But what am I really doing? Is this the most expensive booty call in the history of relationships? Or am I just pairing a great experience with a good person? Will we have fun together? Will he have fun with me, me with him?

But when I look back on our last couple months as pen-pals I can't help but smile. Andy is an incredibly decent guy and so funny. How could I not enjoy my time with him? I'm always scared of doing things for the wrong reasons - but with a trip like this, do reasons even matter? I'm going to be in Ireland for St. Paddy's day! And Andy, I'm really excited to see him. I don't know what's going to happen, or what all this must mean, but I am excited.

If my life were a movie, there are certain scenes I would have to include. One of those scenes would be Spring Break.

It's the xenith of every college kid's career. That one week a year where the books are put in the closet, the bikini is taken out, and all that cash spent at the tanning salon has undoubtedly prepared me for the best bronze I can achieve with little to no burning. I hop on a plane to some exotic tropical location where my only itinerary is to make sure I can swim from the side of the pool to the floating bar.

Every year since I was a freshmen I raised the idea to my friends to take a spring break trip. Every year they told me that come senior year, we would go balls to the wall and take a trip. Well it's second semester senior year, two months away from that fateful week in March, and we have no spring break plans.

It's not like I haven't tried, and that's the worst part. I had a trip - it was right in front of us. My roommates went ahead and booked their rooms and they were just waiting for me to book my room with my friends. The only problem, my friends backed out and left me with nobody to book the room with, in essence, I wasn't going on this spring break trip.

I was never good with traveling with a large group of people. The organization, the pooling of the resources, making sure everyone is happy, it's hard enough just worrying about myself! So that's what I resigned to do, worry about myself.

It hurt, alot. I was so let down when my friends wouldn't book the trip with me. It's not that I didn't understand that they didn't have the money, it's that they weren't straightforward with me. I was looking forward to doing this trip with my roommates but didn't want to leave my friends out. To wait to the last minute and bail on me, I was really hurt. I had lost alot of faith in them - and when you can't trust your best friends, who can you turn to?

So time keeps ticking away and I'm determined to find something to do over the much celebrated and much anticipated break from school. It's a weird feeling - it's only a vacation from school, not like we don't have those, so why does everyone feel the need to make the most out of it? Maybe it's the fact that it's the one break where there are no family obligations. No holiday to force us home for a meal and quality time. So we pool our resources and try and find the destination where we can get the most obliterated for seven days.

I'm throwing a few ideas around, visit with my brother in Florida, snowboarding with my sister in Colorado. But now I'm seriously considering going to Europe...