Half way through my first year of college, I chose to move rooms. I have never been happier. I was completely terrified to move. What if my new roommate was mean? What if she didn't like me? What if I made a mistake? I went from living in a quad, with three girls from around my hometown, to living in a double with a girl that I had never met and even though it's only been a few short weeks, it has continued to prove to me that it was the best decision I have made during my freshmen year.
For some, living in a quad with three girls may sound like a ton of fun. For me, it wasn't the case. I thought that living with girls from the town over was going to be great and I would gain three best friends. I quickly realized that that wasn't the case.
Now, lots of you are probably thinking, "Why change rooms? There are only two months left in the semester." I wanted to move rooms because I wasn't comfortable where I was. I was anxious every time I was in the room. I was living on top of someone and didn't have my own space.
When I moved from my quad to my new room, I was welcomed with open arms. Even though I was coming into her room, she made it feel as if it was my room the whole year. I'm allowed to voice my opinion and my views on current events, and I don't feel like I'm about to be yelled at for what I'm passionate about.
I didn't realize that people actually invited others to go and do things with them. I was never invited to dinner with the quad when I was there. As soon as I moved into my double, my new roommate, Kristi, immediately invited me to come to dinner with her. I kind of just sat there in dismay and was sort of baffled. She actually wanted to eat with me? This actually happens?
Later that night when we were leaving, I walked out of the dining center and realized that I forgot to grab a container of ice cream. I didn't want to go back in and use one of my swipes. After Kristi got done with the class that night, she came back into the room with a container of ice cream and said, "I brought you ice cream since you said you wanted some after dinner."
I almost started to cry. I was so amazed that someone I was rooming with thought about me instead of themselves for once. As the days continue to pass, I'm constantly reminded that moving rooms was the best decision for me and that no one should have to settle for being treated poorly.
Thank you, Kristi, for being the best roommate a girl could have.
