Some of us just get very lucky when it comes to roommates. Personally, I'm lucky enough to call my roommates my sisters. We do absolutely everything together, and most of the time we don't get too sick of each other. But at the end of the day, and at the end of this semester, I'll look back at my time rooming with these lovely ladies and I'll continue to smile as I reflect on all the memories that we've made.

Dear Roommates,

I have to admit, I wasn't first sure how living with four other girls would be. I imagined us fighting over mirror time in the bathroom and continuously pissing each other off. However, I feel like we've made it this far without any huge blowouts over ridiculous petty things.

Thank you for not judging me for my little quirks, or for snoring, or for forgetting to take out the trash when it's my turn.

I love you all, even when the living room is a mess.

Thank you for being there with a hug when I'm feeling homesick.

I'll never forget the nights when we sit up in the living room until 2 a.m. laughing and sobbing, talking about the past and daydreaming of the future.

Thanks for the Chipotle dates.

I appreciate the support before deadlines and after interviews. Thank you for always wishing me good luck and asking, "How did it go?"

It's hard to put into words how much each of you mean to me. But I love you all, and I just wanted to make sure I reminded you of that.

Sincerely,

Your Roommate