Roomz,

Right now all I can focus on is not crying while I write this. Three years ago, I moved in with two girls I barely knew, the only thing in common was our sorority. This was one of the best decisions that I made during college; to be fair there weren’t many. For three years I have lived in the same apartment complex, the same exact room, while most college student’s move at least twice. Three years ago, we quickly became friends and now I can’t image not living in the same apartment, let alone not living in the same city as you two. I love being reminded that we didn’t really start hanging out until you two picked me up from the Strip and I was throwing chicken nuggets out of the sunroof. From then on, we knew it was love.

There are so many things that I am going to miss about living with you two psychos. And I also say that with love. Abbi, I am going to miss you coming into my room solely to take a nap. I am going to miss walking past your open door and seeing you passed out, each time passing, in a different position. I am going to miss you laughing until you cry at memes. I am not going to miss you tagging me in a hundred memes a day because you are not going to stop doing that. At least I hope not. I am going to miss hearing you mispronounce words.

I am going to miss you abusing the Find Your Friends App and getting random texts like “Why are you in a parking lot off Magnolia?” I am going to miss your obsession with mass quantities of shrimp. I am going to miss hearing you call Whataburger, Water-burger. I am going to miss fearing for my life while you “drive” while doing your makeup, snapchatting, and a number of other tasks. I am going to miss screaming Celine Dion and Whitney Houston. I going to miss watching the worst horror movies and laughing through them. I am going to miss hearing the sound of the whip cream canister coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Sam, I am going to miss your voice of reason. I am going to miss our shared passion for driving all the way to Chick-Fil-A to get a large diet coke, day or night. I am going to miss pretending we care about tv shows when really we only watch to sing the intro, “Caliiiiifornia here we comeee, right back where we started from, CALIFORNIAAA.” I am going to miss fighting over who would end up marrying Harry Styles; you’ll make a good bridesmaid at our wedding. I am going to miss looking at puppy adoption sites knowing we can’t actually get one.

I am going to miss laughing at the videos of friends hitting each other with golf carts. I am going to miss having someone who’s always down to find somewhere to pee when the line is too long. I am going to miss your stare downs after I say something stupid. I am going to miss someone who doesn’t care if we look like road kill in public. I am going to miss spending an embarrassing amount of time sitting on the floor in Marshall’s reading all the skin products. And ultimately buying nothing.

I am going to miss you two so much. I think by now we have become Siamese triplets and I don’t want to have the separation operation. If I had one wish, it would be that you both come live in St. Pete. We basically have dual citizenship in Tallahassee and Destin already, so why not? I am so grateful that we chose to live together three years ago. From Tally, to Destin, to Bama, to Atlanta, we have had the best trips and memories that I will never forget. Well, some are a little hazy. I promise that if you come to St. Pete, you will still be able to persuade me into doing dumb things and snapchatting my misfortune. You guys can’t get rid of me that easily. Thank you for making college some of the best years of my life. I can’t wait to see where we go from here.