An Open Letter to My Honorary Roommates,
As I’m writing this, I’m sitting on your floor, which is practically my second home. Honestly, I think of your room as more homey than my own because let’s face it, the only time I’m in there is when I’m sleeping. I even tried to use my key to get into your already unlocked room the other day. And got confused when it didn’t work. The sign on your door even has my name, and people know where to find me if I’m not in my room.
I know your schedules better than you know each other’s (in a totally non-creepy way). And it’s usually because I spend more time in your room than you do. I’m with both of you individually more than you’re with each other anyway.
Thank you for accepting my weirdness and craziness and all of my life problems. I know I complain about the little things a lot, but you still haven’t kicked me out. So I’m pretty happy about that. I will always be your therapist, and if you’re having a bad day, you know I’ll be there with a bad joke and a smile. And if you’re having a really bad day, I’m there too, ready to sit on your floor in silent company ready to listen if you feel like talking.
I will always love our jam sessions with the ukelele and watching back-to-back episodes of Gossip Girl when we should probably be doing homework. I couldn’t imagine a week without watching How to Get Away With Murder while making sarcastic comments.
Thank you for letting me use your dresser for all of my stuff and not complaining when I take up the entire floor. Thank you for not getting too mad when I drop food on the floor (and pick it up). I’m basically the messy roommate without even being a "real" roommate, but I am always the first to know when your floor needs to be vacuumed. I will forever be picking your hair off of my clothing, and honestly I don’t really mind that much.
I mean at this point I may as well move my mattress over here and take up one of the drawers you don’t need. Really you aren’t using it anyway. Except we all know that if we actually lived with each other, we wouldn’t still be friends after a week or two. I would end up leaving too many dirty dishes on my desk and dirty clothes on the floor.
So thank you for letting me use your microwave and spend every moment I would be spending alone in my room in yours. You're my best friends and even though that means you probably know way too much about me, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I’m glad I’ll always have a place on your floor and you’ll always have a place in my heart.
Love,
Your honorary roommate
