Dear freshman roomie,
I remember when we first got assigned roommates, and I could not have been more nervous. You were going to be the one person who was going to be spending an entire year with me during possibly one of the biggest years of my life, and I had no idea who you were! I was scared you were going to be weird, that you were going to think I was weird or that we weren’t going to get along. Well, I was wrong. We got along perfectly, and we happened to both be weird.
College is an exciting time for us all, but it can also be pretty scary. We were in it together since day one, and I know I can always count on you for that support for the rest of our lives. To this day, I continue to hear roommate stories from hell, and all I can do is think back and remember how lucky I was to have shared a dorm room with you. Seriously, that dorm was tiny and awful, and there’s nobody else I would have rather been miserable in it with. Because together, it was no longer miserable. It was our home.
There was nobody else I could count on to help me when I got locked out of the room or when I couldn’t get a jar of pickles open. You saved me from a lot of fashion mishaps and even supplied me with Pop-Tarts and other snacks when my stock ran out. You were there on my good days, on my bad days and every day in between.
Whether we stayed up all night talking or only ran into each other between classes, I will forever be grateful for the time we had together. And just know that, on the weekends when you left to go home, our room just wasn’t the same.
Soon enough, you became more than just a roommate--you became one of my closest friends. Who would have thought that a random roommate arrangement would lead me to share some of the best memories with a complete stranger? Now, I know that if I ever needed to share a bunk bed with somebody again, they could never compare to you.
You’ve been there through the good, bad and the ugly. From waking up for 8 a.m.’s to passing out at 3 a.m., freshman year was quite the struggle, but you never judged me. We complained about boys and homework together and procrastinated until the very end, but the struggle wouldn’t have been the same if it were with anyone else but you.
Thank you for letting me borrow your hair straightener, your markers and your shoes. Thank you for taking naps with me and microwaving dinner for me, too. Thanks for staying up with me to laugh about absolutely nothing and watching endless amounts of movies as if we had nothing better to do.
Now that we don’t live in the dorms and are no longer freshmen, I can’t consider you my roommate, but, instead, a friend. Out of all the possibilities that it could have come down to, I was lucky enough to share the best memories with you.
Love,
Your freshman roomie
