We had the day off from school, so Court and I drove an hour and a half away to Spokane, WA. We got more than a few looks throughout the night.
Do you remember when I was three and we would play together? It was the age of princesses and carpet that was actually lava, and you were the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Do you remember when I was in high school and the world seemed too big and scary? You would know exactly when to take me on a mother-daughter date and have me laughing about anything and everything, and you were the smartest woman in the whole wide world. Now, I'm buried in homework and deadlines hours away from you and we don't get to talk as much you want, but you're still the prettiest, smartest woman in the whole wide world.
I'm sorry that I don't call you as much as I should, and you know a lot of what goes on in my world via posts and pictures. Our schedules just seem to never line up so we can have the three-hour conversations about everything like I want to. I know we don't agree on absolutely everything, but I cherish every piece of advice you give me, even though it probably seems like I'm hardly listening. I know that sometimes we get on each other's nerves, but thank you for putting up with me for all of these years. Thank you for listening to me cry, complain, question things and go on and on about how everything in college is. I know I don't come home as much as I used to, but I think about you all the time. After all, you're my first friend, and therefore, my best friend.
Thank you for celebrating my successes with me, and not downing me too hard for my failures. Thank you for knowing what mistakes I shouldn't make, but letting me make them anyway because you want me to live my life and be my own person. Thank you for knowing when to ask about the boy I've been talking about, and when to stop without any questions. Thank you for letting me be my crazy, weird, sometimes know-it-all self.
Thank you for sitting back and watching me spread my wings and fly. There is no way I could have known how to grow into the woman I am today if I hadn't watched you while I was growing up so I would know what kind of person I should aspire to be. Thank you for being the first (and the best) role model I ever had. You continue to inspire and amaze me every day with all that you do, and all that you are.
I don't know how I got so lucky to have a person in my life like you, but I thank the Lord every night for blessing me with the smartest, prettiest person to be my best friend, my role model, my confidant, my person and most importantly, my mother.
It is no secret that college can sometimes be crazy. One minute someone is stressed and crying over an assignment due the next day, and next thing you know, they are laughing hysterically with their friends. Friends can be so important in life, no matter how much people insist or cynically joke that they "hate people." If it weren't for the support and care of my family and friends, like my roommate, I would not be where and who I am at Longwood University today.
For those who have not seen how my roommate and I act, there are some ways we can be pretty different. Elizabeth is a Biology major and I am an English major, which basically makes our learning experiences two different planets on the same campus. While she forever binge-watches shows like "Grey's Anatomy" or "Law and Order: SVU", I spend my free time writing, looking at memes, or watching movies. Another interesting contrast between us is our wardrobe choices; she likes lighter colors while I like darker colors. Living together has united us to share and accept each other's weirdness whether I am busting out laughing about something that makes no sense at all or she is rearranging her furniture at 8 o'clock at night. For the first few weeks of college, I had no idea how to interpret our differences, but now I clearly see that she is the chocolate to my peanut butter!
Even though we have surface level differences, Elizabeth and I are alike in the ways that really count when it comes to being really good friends. We both understand the craziness of our family and friends because we approach most situations in similar ways. There have been nights where neither of us could sleep, and we find ourselves having the most therapeutic late night chat sessions till one in the morning that help us navigate the next step of our lives. Although we go through various situations, my roommate and I end up relating to or conquering our problems together. On the other hand, we also embrace each other's victories, whether it be a good grade on a big assignment or joining a new club on campus!
Elizabeth is a crazy, silly human being who never doubts herself, and I think we balance each other out. Sometimes we help bring one another back to planet Earth, and other times, we are boosting each other up to do our best. She supports everything I do with my major, despite not liking much about English in general, and I do the same for her. No matter how much we flame each other about pretty much anything, I know that we both have each other's back at the end of the day, and I am so grateful that she is my roommate.