Last week provided me a life lesson.

Up until last Sunday, I was moving to Los Angeles after my graduation this winter. I would like to tell you I was moving for a great job, or because I just love LA so much, or because I wanted to become a paparazzo, but the truth is I was planning to move because my boyfriend of two years is in the process of building a film career there. I was actually willing to give up my dream of living in New York City for a man. And I call myself a feminist?

It really is not as bad as it sounds though. My chosen career of advertising is well alive in Los Angeles, and who doesn’t like living near the beach? There were definitely reasons for me that I was moving there, but the inescapable truth was that I would have no intention of living there if it weren’t for him.

So what changed? Simple: He broke up with me.

I don’t know which made me madder. The fact that he was willing to terminate a two-year relationship over the phone, or the fact that I had met someone else a week earlier who I had put on the back-burner because I believed in my long-distance relationship too much.

You may wonder why I am divulging so much of my personal life on a blog about BU and Boston, but there is a greater point.

While at BU, you will undoubtedly meet someone very different from anyone you have ever met before. You may begin to date him or her, and yes, you may even fall in love. If you are like me, you may even be crazy enough to believe that this person is THE ONE. And if you are luckier than I am, that may actually be.

So the life lesson.

Never plan your life around someone. Live for you. If your paths bring you in the same direction, that’s great. If they don’t, it may be a sign. Never ignore the signs. While I don’t know who is the great creator of these signs, I do know they should be heeded. Even though you may think that at the mere age of 21 you know enough and have seen enough to make a decision about how to spend the rest of your life, do me a favor and accept that you don’t know anything.

And trust me, there is nothing scarier then admitting this fact to yourself, but — trust me again — you will be glad that you finally did.