An article titled “An Open Letter To My Roommate” is so cliché and I really needed to differentiate this article from others. Alas, here is a letter to the girl with whom I share my dorm.
To The Girl With Whom I Share My Dorm,
It has been a year since you slid into my Facebook messages. You stealthily talked about how you were considering attending the University of Michigan, but needed to make sure that you had a cool roommate before you solidified your decision. I did not want to get your hopes up high because I am by no means cool, but I did my best to make myself sound appealing. Initially, I wanted a single room, but your kind tactics worked and I decided to choose you as my roommate. When I found out that we watch the same TV shows, like the same music, enjoy similar hobbies, and have the same morals, I decided that you were the one who I would share a room with and the one who would also have to listen to me sleep talk. I’m not quite sure what it feels like to get a match on EHarmony, but if it’s anything like this was, then it's a feeling of satisfaction. I had a gut instinct that you were not going to be crazy and burn the room down (although you still have six weeks left to do that, if you wish), so I knew that my freshman year would be decent while living with you.
Now, it has been seven months that we have been living together. In fact, as I’m writing this, you’re currently lying in bed, a mere four feet away from me, in our shoebox of an abode.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, everything happens for a reason. I’m grateful that I took a leap of faith and chose to room with you for my freshman year, rather than getting a single. While the world does not need to hear about all of our crazy experiences, I will share this much.
We have never gotten into a legitimate argument and that says a lot about both your character and mine. You’re always understanding and willing to accommodate me whenever I’m in need. You suffer through the 10 alarms that I have to set each morning in order for me to wake up, and you have yet to complain about it (and I know that those alarms wake you up). When I get back late, after you're already in bed, you leave my little lamp on so that I don't have to suffer in the dark. You also listen to my never-ending complaints and endure my off-key singing sessions.
Despite the fact that we will not be roommates next year, we will still be friends (and, just as a reminder, you said that I'll be your Maid of Honor when you get married). If anything, I think that our friendship will grow stronger because, after all, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Throughout these past seven months, we’ve grown so much and neither of us could have done it without the other. It really is crazy to think about how much we have changed in such a short amount of time. However, everything that I’ve done, or haven’t done, wouldn’t have been possible without you.
Remember that you’re kind, intelligent, funny, beautiful, and precious. If I were to repeat freshman year all over again, there is no one else who I would want sleeping four feet away from me. So, thanks for sliding into my Facebook messages and changing my mind about getting a single. All that it takes is a little communication and a little effort to change someone's life for the better.
Stay true, roommate.
Sincerely,
The Girl With Whom You Share Your Dorm
