A year ago, we were strangers. All that connected us was our names, listed on the school website as roommates. There are many great things about freshman year. You get to start over, with a clean slate. No one knows you and you can become who you are meant to be. I remember move-in day, rather vividly. I was so nervous, so worried about what the future held. You were already there when I went into our room for the first time. To say that I was shy would be a huge understatement. I was terrified of people and barely said two words to you. You probably thought I was rude and I probably was without meaning to be. I am not shy anymore, though, because of you. You broke the wall that I had built up, and you became one of my best friends. Time went on, and I got more comfortable in your presence.

There were good times and there were bad times this year. Times of laughter and joy, and times of frustration and sadness. We came from two separate worlds, and for eight months, those worlds collided. I will always remember going on late night runs to McDonald's, getting up early for church and just doing everything that roommates do. The memories that I made freshman year are memories that I will cherish forever, and you are a huge part of that. I am eternally grateful to God for putting you in my life.

We have gone home for the summer, and will not see each other again until August, and even then, our time as roommates has come to an end. However, we have created a bond that cannot be broken. Thank you.

Love,

Your Freshman Roommate