It’s weird to think we aren’t living together anymore. You were the person who was by my side during the first months of college but as Gabriella would say “I gotta go my own way.”
Like almost every other pair of roommates at colleges across the country, we met at orientation. We were so excited to meet each other instead of texting back and forth for weeks (thanks to the freshman Facebook page for bringing us together). We talked all throughout the summer before the fall semester about things that were going on in our separate lives, ours likes and dislikes, who was bringing what to the dorm, etc. I even drove 2 and a half hours to spend a couple of days with you and your family the month before we moved in.
Move-in day was upon both of us in a blink of an eye. We tried at least three different set-ups for our room until we both agreed on one. We moved all of our clothes into our closets and put framed pictures and quote boards up on the shelves (which we both hit our head on countless times throughout the semester). I remember when we went to dinner in the dining hall for the first time, you were the only person I really knew. We watched Disney movies and ate Cheetos the first night on campus (something we made almost a weekly thing). We did everything together for the first couple of weeks; got lunch and dinner together, walked to classes, went grocery shopping, you name it. We went through a lot together; break-ups, crying, laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe, watching almost every episode of Family Guy and everything in between. We did what all roommates do; I would ask you if my outfit looked okay and you would ask me to proofread your English paper. Everything was perfect.
But as time went on, we grew apart. We each made our own friends (most of whom lived on the same floor and/or the same dorm hall) and quickly found our place in college. I was (and still am) friends with your friends and the same goes for you but we still got along. As the year went on we spoke less frequently with each other, almost as if we were just sharing the same living area and nothing more. We still liked each other and told one another what we did the day before but never really went into too much detail. Growing apart from people is bound to happen. It’s perfectly normal, even though it hurt a little bit that we weren’t as close as we were.
We are now headed into a new school year and we aren’t living together, we won’t even be living in the same building and yet everything is perfectly fine. You have your little friend group and I have mine. We each are a member of different clubs on campus. And we’re both happy with how college life is turning out. We still send stupid Snapchats to each other almost daily and text every now and then. If I see you in between classes, I will without a doubt come up and give you a hug and ask how your day is and you’d do the same.
This article is a thank you. Thank you for listening to me rant about stupid boys, telling me that the world isn’t so scary and singing along with me (badly) to Mulan and Hercules. You’ll forever be my first roommate.
Love ya, Roomie.
