Going into freshman year, one of the things I was most worried about was who I was going to live with. I had never had to share a room or a bathroom with anyone else and was worried about making that transition. More than that, I was worried that I would end up with a horrible roommate story that could be spun into a lifetime movie.
And then I met you and I realized that not only did I have nothing to be worried about, but I had so much to be excited about.
The best part of our story, however, is that after one full year of endless sleepovers, we got to do it all over again sophomore year. Though the number on our door may have changed and the building is in a different spot on campus, I still am at home and that is because of you.
A whole nother year of sleepovers has taught me more than I thought was possible. I thought living with you for one year meant that I knew everything about you but that wasn't true. With new memories, new friends, and new drama together we continued to learn more about ourselves and more about each other.
So really, the biggest thing I have to say is thank you. Thank you for continuing to be my friend when I am moody and don't want to talk to you. Thank you for forcing me to talk about things when you know I need to but don't want to. Thank you for taking care of me all of the times I was sick (and for disinfecting the room each time after).
Thank you for closing the blinds when I fall asleep early and forget to. Thank you for all of the breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates on campus or when we're bored of the options and need to order in. Thank you for always supporting me, whether it be when I'm choosing my major, skipping class, or making any bad decision- even when I realize I made the wrong choice I know you will be there anyway.
Thank you for listening to me complain about boys (or the lack thereof) and thanks for agreeing to live with me for the rest of our lives with all of our cats. Thank you for doing dumb things with me, like parkour in the hallway, locking each other out of the room, blaring Sweet Escape in the shower, random dance parties, and turning taking medicine into taking shots. Thank you for letting me tell you dumb jokes or random facts- I know you don't care about them like I do but you listen anyway.
Thank you for all the late night talks. Thank you for making me wash my face when I'm too lazy or really, making me do anything when I'm too lazy. Thank you for forcing me to go out and do something on the days when I really don't feel like it - you were always right. Thank you for making me laugh when I'm mad or upset or stressed.
There are truly so many more things I could thank you for, all of these don't do living with you justice. So thank you for living with me not once, but twice. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for making this small cinderblock room a home. But most importantly, thank you for being my home. I can't wait for another year of sleepovers with you.