Entering college, I had no idea what to expect. I was torn between excitement and fear. Would I jump right into it or would I drown in the social, school, and personal obligations I would soon be hit with? Most of all, would I like my roommate?

Luckily for me, I did.

My roommate and I met online a few months before the fall semester had started. We texted here and there and tried to bond over a mutual excitement and fear for starting our first year of college.

While we clicked instantly and I was excited to meet her, I had no idea if this girl was a serial killer or worse...annoying. I loved talking to her online and she seemed like a great person to have around; but then again, it's easy to fake being a great person online.

Fast forward some time and it was move-in day. Surprisingly, I had no fears or anxiety. I was so excited about this part of my new life. I met my roommate, and not to be corny, but we clicked instantly. I was so excited to see how the year played out.

Unfortunately, a few days later, my anxiety was in full force. I was homesick, and something about school just didn't feel like home to me. I was going home every day and crying myself to sleep because I didn't feel right. I couldn't figure out what was wrong (turns out I don't like change).

While I could not imagine having to deal with an annoying roommate crying and leaving me every day, mine was more supportive than I could have ever asked for. Soon enough, after a few "get your shit together" talks, I was on the right path and ready to start enjoying myself at school.

I became best friends with my roommate. We didn't do everything together, but we didn't have to. We each had our own obligations and we understood that, but I still felt that I could go to her for anything and everything. She's one of my best friends now.

Now, here I am leaving the place that I was terrified of nine months ago, with a new best friend.