It has been 10 days since I moved into my dorm room. Ten days since I left my hometown and moved to a college in a completely new state. While there are a lot of people and things I miss, the one thing I never expected was that it would be so hard to leave behind my best friend.

Here’s to the person who has seen me at my low throughout high school. From family drama to getting bad grades and even crying over stupid boys, my best friend is the person who has listened to me ramble, given me advice and bought me ice cream when I needed to drown my sorrows in sugar.

Here’s to the person who patiently puts up with me every time I say “I have something to tell you,” and listens to the rambling story that follows.

Here’s to the person who knows every mistake I have made and still does not judge me for them and who does not say “I told you so” (not most of the time at least).

Here’s to the person who goes on the most random adventures with me. From spending too much time in Walmart doing absolutely nothing, watching mediocre movies and even getting tattoos together, we have an inside joke for everything we have done together.

Here’s to the person who makes me forget that I am an only child because we are so close that we are practically sisters.

Although I am already meeting new people and making new memories, there is no better feeling than knowing that at the end of the day, I still have a best friend tied to my hometown whom I can always rely on. Someone that I can talk to every single day, even though we are almost 1,100 miles apart.

I cannot wait for the day that we’re reunited, when we will pig out on ice cream, listen to bad music and spend hours talking about absolutely nothing.

Thank you for being the Blair Waldorf to my Serena Van Der Woodsen.

Lots of Love,
Your Best Friend