I remember the day I logged onto my computer and first discovered that I would be living with a roommate. I was nervous about things not working out. Friends had told me horror stories about roommates who were loud, messy, rude, addicted to partying, etc. Despite hearing all of these stories I decided to go into the school year with an open mind because everything happens for a reason.
The first few weeks were pretty quiet. We occasionally talked but we never hung out or spent time doing stuff together. It wasn't until one night that we decided to sit down and play cards that we discovered we had a lot more in common than we previously thought.
My roommate pulled out her speaker and started to play music, which just so happened to be the same music I listen to. That night we laughed and told jokes, we had a card house building contest and played our music just a little too loud (sorry to everyone on our floor). The awkwardness in the room melted away.
That night would be the first of many iconic dance parties we would have together.
She taught me a lot more than just how to let loose and have fun. My roommate has to be one of the most mature and responsible people I've ever met. Through living with her I've learned how to be a better person. She showed me what's really important in life and how to not care what other people think.
I'm thankful for our late night conversations. We always somehow end up talking until three in the morning. Those talks end up being some of the most meaningful and heartfelt conversations I've ever had. I'm thankful that I have someone to have real talks with.
It's weird to look back and see that I once was so nervous for my housing assignment. Now, I look back and see just how lucky I am to have received such an amazing roommate. If someone told me months ago that I would bond with my roommate how I have, I would've thought it too good to be true. Now that I'm living it, I wouldn't have it any other way.
