I made a big mistake by leaving home. I'm terribly home sick. Living in New York for the rest of my grade school, middle school and high school life for 17 years. Now that I'm in college, I need to have my own life now, far away from home. Maybe this is the hardest part of life. Letting go on what is important. But despite of that, I met my bestfriend, my human diary, my missing puzzle piece . . . and my OTHER HALF. But somehow, it tickles some of my sensory bones that he's hiding something. I need to figure out what it is, or maybe it's just me . . . This is just the begining of my new college life. Hello, 18-year old life.