Dear Tacos,

I wish you were here. It’s really lonely without you, and even though I ate a burrito in my bed six hours ago (they only had hard taco shells left, and I definitely discriminate against those), it’s not the same.

We’ve had some good times in the past year, like when you finally got your own emoji (it was about damn time), and also some bad like when you gave a lot of people e-coli at Chipotle (that wasn’t cool you know, you gave yourself a bad name). I know that we’ve grown apart this semester while I’ve been abroad, since apparently Irish people are not yet acquainted with good food yet, but I just want to share with you how much you really mean to me.

You truly are one of my best friends- you’ve been there for it all. All the late nights at Tortica’s (ahem, *burrito king) after a long night at Lion. The embarrassing moment when my Netflix was on hold after my card got declined because I spent all my money on you, and I had to make a choice between you two. Every time my freshman year dining hall had hot dogs for lunch, hot dogs for dinner, and every time I ran out of easy mac. Two days ago when I almost cried after finding a Taco Bell in Iceland. You were there.

I’m in complete denial that I’m graduating next year, but all things considered, I’m convinced I couldn’t have made it through college without you. I can only hope to be as important to you, as you are to me.

I still have a picture of us from 2 years ago at Chipotle hanging on my bulletin board, to remind me of all the good times we have shared, and of your excellence. Only 12 days until we are united again, see you soon.

Love,

Caroline