One of the biggest concerns a lot of teenagers have when relocating revolves around their social life. In my transition from high school to college, one of my worries was that I wouldn't make any friends. I'm not a shy person whatsoever, but moving to a different state with thousands of people you don't know, is a little nerve-wracking. Thankfully, many of the freshmen moving into their dorms will be in the same situation -- knowing nobody in a brand new environment. There is something comforting about feeling alone with someone, or in this case, a lot of people who are in the same boat as you.

In this case, the boat that I was in was called Facebook, and the passengers were hundreds of kids looking for roommates and friends amongst a large group dedicated to connecting the new students of Villanova University. In order to put myself out there, I made a single post, calling anyone who wanted to send pictures of their dogs to join a group chat made by yours truly. The original chat had about 40 people in it, but after a while, only 10 of us actively participated in friendly conversation. We created a separate chat (as to not disturb everyone else) where we got to know each other better. We all got along extremely well and were comforted by the fact that we had a group of people to already call friends in school.

But, there was one person who stood out, only because it was the male version of me, yet completely opposite at the same time. We began to bond as individuals over my impulsive decision to kick him out of the group because of his preference of Tupac over Biggie Smalls and cutting sandwiches into rectangles without the crust (it was necessary). His begging to be let back into the chat led into a surf of our parents' Facebook pages to find embarrassing pictures from our childhood to use as blackmail in the future. Our witty banter and ability to freely tease each other without offense allowed us to open up about personal hopes, dreams, and fears within the first few hours of texting.

Despite living on the opposite coasts of the country, me being three hours ahead of him, we already planned out our entire college friendship with friendly bets, designated driver responsibilities, and an exchange of cultural gifts--mine being Haitian food and his being coffee all the way from Washington. We also agreed to not verbally speak to each other until we meet on campus, to entertain our absurd ideas of what each others' voices sound like.

Over the span of three and a half months, our friendship reached a level where we are comfortable to come to each other for relationship advice, a shoulder to cry on, or an endless night of laughs. We even exchanged gifts in the mail for each others' graduation! I sent a Dr. Seuss book filled with valuable advice and an honest, heartfelt letter. He sent a potato (that my parents brought outside and threatened to call the bomb squad for) from MailASpud. While we're able to joke and laugh about stupid things, we've learned a lot about and from each other.

Now, only a month out from moving in, we have reached a point in our friendship where we have a (strange) tendency of texting the same thing at the same time, listen to each other's "Favorite Hits" playlists from beginning to end and offer each other fashion advice. We are currently in the process of designing matching "BFF" sweatshirts and a whole handshake, complete with a wife-beater and a durag. Hopefully, our interactions over texts will match up when we finally meet, but I have no doubts that we'll be extremely close in college.

Thanks to social media and the "Villanova WildCATs Who Love Dogs" group chat, I was able to meet a lot of amazing people, including study buddies, classmates, my roommates, and even one of my best friends.