Picture this - you're laying in bed with one of your roommates' boyfriend snoring as he sleeps and your two roommates are talking loudly not having a care in the world about sleep. It's about 85 degrees in the room with the body heat of three+ people confined to a 12x20 foot box. It could quite possibly be the worst experience of your life, except that it isn't.
My two roommates are two of my best friends. We are around each other all the time; we know when the other takes naps, does homework and showers. When you breathe the same air with someone in such a small space, you learn the workings of their life. I would not trade a single day of living with my best friends, but sometimes it can be a little much. Like the one time (or four) that I got locked out of my own room or when my roommates stayed up all night talking when I had to go to bed.
Everything seems so small in comparison to the memories made in this little box. I live for the long talks, the countless laughs, and the tears shed over sad Facebook videos about our majors. When you live so close with someone, you become a part of them and they a part of you. I would not trade that for a minute. I love you guys!
