So, you choose to go random for a roommate freshman year and sometimes it works out. Sometimes you meet the person who will be your person, your best friend, but it doesn't always work out like that. Sometimes you and that random person that the university placed you with just don't click. This is not the end, though. You will meet the person that will be your person and I was lucky enough to meet not just my person, but my people. And we all know that there is only one little problem with that. As a sophomore, the rooms that everyone wants to live in only fit two people. However, when you have found your people, not living together isn't even remotely an issue. So, this is to my unofficial roommates; my people.
My people,
You guys live in the quad and the university officially says that I live more or less across campus from you, but that's not what you say. You tell everyone that I basically live in your room without a second thought ("Hi we're roommates and she pretty much is too"). I have become known as the "third roommate," your RA asks if I should be included in your roommate meeting, and some people are even convinced that I live in the quad and for all of this, I thank you. Living in a single is lonely (hot and lonely in my case because, you know, I have a lack of that life-saving thing we call air-conditioning), but just because I'm in a single doesn't mean that I don't have any roommates. You guys have welcomed me into your room and often aren't even surprised when you walk in and I'm just there, alone (which, to be honest, I could do in my SINGLE, but I'd obviously rather be alone in the room that I truly belong in). But, you see, that's beside the point. The point is that being categorized as a roommate is almost much more than being listed as just a friend. Calling each other roommates is a loaded word. It's like ... yeah, I like you, we mesh well, we are good friends, but I can also stand seeing your face every time I wake up and every time I go to sleep. I can tolerate you at your most annoying and you tolerate me at mine. You guys have become more than friends to me, you guys have become roommates, well, unofficial roommates because, you know, I don't actually live here. So thank you. Thank you for letting me sleep on your air mattress (which probably wasn't brought for me, but I like to think it was). Thank you for not letting me become a hermit in my single. But thank you most of all for being there for me at all times and for being not just my friends or roommates, but my people.
