Dear Best Friend and Housemate,
No matter how much I hated Stanton Hall at times, I will be forever grateful to it since it is where I spent my freshman year living next door to you. I still find myself going through all the pictures and videos I have of us goofing around in each other's rooms or in the basement, just doing our usual weird things. Honestly, I don't want to think about how different my life would be if I never met you. As you know, this semester has been quite the roller-coaster for me and I am sorry I have occasionally taken it out on you, but it has also made me realize how much I love you and how strong I believe our friendship is.
You are the one person who has seen me at my best and my absolute worst; you have dealt with me being too blunt and sassy (occasionally) all the way from freshman year to now and I hope much longer in the future.
Coming into junior year and knowing that I was going to finally be living with you was scary but also so exciting. Since you went abroad the spring before I was a little nervous because I did not know what to expect. I didn't think you would change much, but not seeing you in person from December all the way until the end of August was thought-provoking. A lot of things could happen in a month, but eight months?! Many things could change. I now know I had nothing to be worried about. You were still the same as when you left, as funny, amazing and kind as you have always been. I was curious, but also a concerned how evident culture differences become when you live with someone. I knew you would notice all my Swedish quirks, both the good and the bad one. The parts you do not see in a person until you live with them. I am happy to say that even though this has probably been one of my toughest semesters at Miami, I have loved every moment of living with you.
Thank you for letting me stress-clean the whole apartment and constantly bugging you with the vacuuming noises (and emptying the dishwasher at 7 am just because if I didn't I would be thinking about that dishwasher all day long). Thank you for always being there for me, and thank you for still being my friend despite all of our personal ups and downs. Thank you for being understanding with everything. It really is true that in hard times you find out who your real friends are.
I love thinking about all of our insane, but amazing, memories, such as you tumbling around in hay, going out too much freshman year, when we both got into our first choice sororities, the time I ate the core of a pear and you wanted to make food in the TKE kitchen, and so many more.
I cannot wait until winter break is over and we will be living together again, and then our senior year as well!
Love you
