"Last August, when I was attending university in Australia, an American exchange student moved into the room across the hall from me. We hit it off and spent the next three months enjoying our time together, knowing that she had to leave and go back to the States at the end of her semester program. The day she left was the saddest day of my life. We spent two months apart, during which I flew down to Sydney, got a visa and bought a plane ticket to the U.S. I do miss Australia, but every moment with her reminds me why I left. That's the craziest thing I've ever done for love—and the best thing, too."
—Morgan, 21, Evanston, Ill.
