Hi roomie! I must say you deserve a lot for putting up with a roommate like myself. I mean at times I am a wonderful flower, but other times I know I may not be the easiest going. Somehow, I don’t know exactly how, you’ve pushed it all aside and accepted my habits, needs and flaws that make me…well me.

Thank you for putting up with my absurd sleep schedule. Whether I’m getting up at the crack of dawn for softball practice or staying up late into the night because I waited till the last minute to write a paper. You somehow found a way to sleep through my not so quiet shuffling of my stuff or the many attempts of slowly open and close my draws. You’ve made it seem like I am quiet as a mouse, even though I know that is not at all true.

Thank you for being the ears of all my troubles and worries. I know I can always count on you to make my, what seems like, monstrous dilemmas feel like nothing at all. Thank you for pulling me down from way high up, and assuring me that I am not crazy and I will see this through. That my worries are normal over things like this or feeling stressed over a thing like that. You offer the words of advice and the important criticism I need to tackle any mountain that may seem too high.

Thank you for brightening my days, especially the ones where I really needed it. The little notes you’ve left with words of encouragement before the nerve-racking exams and presentations. The small coffees you’ve left in the fridge to get me through those long nights of homework that await. Even our long talks late into the night as we fill each other in on the highlights and lowlights each of our days. It’s the little things that have helped me get through all anxiousness that makes up college.

Thank you for putting up with my weird habits. Seeing past my obsession of having everything a specific way and my over the top cleanliness…although I think that has worked in both of our favors. Thank you especially for putting up with the clutter of the overwhelming amount of stuff I bring to school each year. Knowing that someone has just as much stuff as me makes me feel a lot better about myself. For such a small room and the little amount of space the school allots two young female adults to live in we’ve made it all workout.

Thank you for sharing a lot of the memories that make up my college experience. Thank you for being right by my side through the crazy/out-of-our mind things we did, the mutual laughter that filled our room every night, the tears we may or may not have shed over stupid things, and the secrets shared with each other that we have sworn to stored within ourselves. It’s things like that has helped us build the relationship we have, and that many wish to have. Knowing that even though we don’t see eye to eye on everything, that you will always have my back and I will always have yours.