An Open Letter To My College Roommates
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An Open Letter To My College Roommates

I could not have been blessed with better roommates/friends/"big sisters."

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An Open Letter To My College Roommates
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To my college roommates,

It's hard to believe we've gone our separate ways and are actually doing this adulting thing. Let's get real, we thought we were doing the whole adulting thing when we were in college and all living together, but we were terrible at it!

We went through a lot together. Between the moves between apartments, crazy ass fourth roommates we cycled through, late-night adventures, and so much more, we made a lot of memories.

Thank you for accepting me.

I know the first couple weeks, I wandered around the apartment quietly just feeling you guys out. Most of my time was spent at work, at school, or with a few of the classmates I had met and started hanging with. Once we got comfortable with each other, our weirdnesses matched.

Thank you for never judging me for watching Despicable Me six times in a row. Thank you for never hating me for blaring some obnoxious rap song so loud, looking back on it I would have annoyed myself. Thank you for taking my side when we had to tell our RA why we kept getting noise complaints every weekend because I decided to have a party. Oh, and thanks for buying said alcohol for my then-baby self.

Thank you for being down for anything.

You both were always down for anything as long as you didn't have to work or had class. Even then, there were quite a few instances where we'd either call out of work or skip class for a fun getaway. Whether it was adventuring down to Westport to thrift shop or hit the hookah bars, a grocery trip to the closest Price Chopper, or going to the pet store with me just to play with puppies - y'all were down for whatever. Thanks for dressing up and bumming down with me to make sure we were on the same levels whenever we went somewhere.

Thank you for tolerating my boyfriends.

I know, I know. I dated some real d-bags. You guys were always friendly and kept your comments to yourself until they were out the door or out of earshot. I appreciate you both always looking out for my best interest and being the "big sisters" I never had. You guys were there through the break-ups and tears and always did what you could to remind me that everything was going to be okay.

Thank you for being two of the of the most beautiful souls I know.

You both are so wonderful and have the biggest hearts. I could not have been blessed with better roommates/friends/"big sisters."

I will always remember cooking spaghetti and throwing endless noodles at the kitchen cabinets to make sure they were done. I will always remember the endless Sinbad's, Ali Baba's, and Joe's Pizza nights and all the crazy pass-outs, my tires getting slashed, and great guy friends we met at those places. I will always remember the vodka gummy worms, the late nights spent laying in the living room just laughing endlessly, and so much more.

You both deserve the best out of life, and I always creep your Facebook's from time-to-time to make sure you are alive and doing well. I hope our paths cross more frequently in the future. Friends like you will always have a special place in my heart, and my door will always be open!

Love,

Your roomie

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