Dear honorary roommate, thanks for letting me live in your room when I get tired of mine.
Being honorary roommates has several perks. First of all, I have two rooms. Basically. We live literally across the hall from each other and it’s very convenient for us. Responsibilities call, as they would be expected to in college, and sometimes I really just can’t handle them, so it’s nice to know that I can leave my room and walk straight into yours and avoid my life for a little bit. Sometimes we find each other in the other’s rooms when we aren’t even there. Just a couple weeks ago, I napped in your bed. It was a great nap. Thank you for letting me do that.
Second benefit of being honorary roommates is sharing clothes. I guess that is a benefit of being friends…so kind of the same but different. I find myself digging through your dresser sometimes because I need to wear something and you just said, “Knock yourself out.”
I know that everyone has that honorary roommate, but does your honorary roommate have a secret knock? I didn’t think so. It makes it (a) less of a surprise when you’re taking shots in your room and you hear a knock at the door and (b) it’s just funny to hear the tune of "Funky Town" on your door.
My honorary roommate and I also find ourselves using food as currency. On nights I don’t want to eat from the dining hall (I promise you, this is an occurrence several times throughout the week. My honorary roommate actually helped me write this article on dining halls) we share packs of ramen or saltines and peanut butter with each other. It’s really nice actually. Honorary Roommate, I probably owe you some ramen right now, actually.
My honorary roommate and I are the best of friends. Except instead of just being best friends in different dorms, we live right across the hall. This is convenient for reasons I’ve already discussed, but also convenient on the nights things get a little crazy. We take care of each other. I know that there have been nights where I need help getting in bed, even dressed in pajamas. I know that there are nights where I have to help them find their keycard that lets them eat on campus and, you know, get into their dorm. I know there’s nights where I have to hold my honorary roommates hair back because they had a little too much fun. You get the idea. We have each other’s backs for nights like these. Again, it’s like best friends, just without the hassle of having to go back to your own dorm.
Thank you for letting me steal your clothes, eat your food, borrow your money and, most importantly, thank you for living it up with me. You are truly the roommate I never had. I mean really. You aren’t my roommate. But it sure feels like it. I’ll miss when we live in different dorms next year but we’ll have honorary roommate reunions, obviously. Thank you for welcoming yourself into my room on lazy days and making yourself at home on my bed. Thank you for being my best friend. I don’t know where the hell I would be if I didn’t basically live with you guys.
Much love,
Your Honorary Roommate
