The day we came back from winter break I wanted to run to your room for reunion hugs and fast paced conversations about everything that happened over the holiday, but I didn’t. That room isn’t your room anymore because your room is 5,205 miles away this semester.
When we hugged goodbye I knew we wouldn’t see each other for the next six months, but I couldn’t picture college without you. Now that the semester has started, I love being back, but there are certain things I miss so dearly; the part of college that was you.
From belting duets in the car (in perfect harmony I might add) and the $5 sushi buffet, to endless cuddles and late night crafting, you’re the only person that was not only willing but actively excited, to go on these adventures with me (hey, the sushi was pretty good).
The first few days I would go to text you, realize it was 5 am where you are, and put my phone down. Now I do it anyways because it means the next morning I get to wake up to your response. Thank you for still caring. From a world, away you text me when you see a SnapChat that you know will bother me, and ask for pictures when I get half an inch cut off my hair. Even though we only ever have time for seven-minute FaceTime calls while we’re walking to class, I love that I get to see your face and hear the excitement in your voice.
As much as I want you here with me to eat crappy dining hall food and bitch about the loud people next door, I’m so happy for you. Every time I see pictures of the places you’re visiting on Instagram, or the Facebook updates your mom posts about your travels, I smile; because I know you’re having the time of your life.
Even though a tiny piece of me hates that I’m missing out on this part of your life, I know that five months and 5,205 miles could never ruin our friendship.
Even though it’s rough to have you more than a floor away for the first time since we started college, I know our reunion hugs will make it all worth it. We may not spend every day together, but I know our friendship has never been stronger. I’m so excited to hear stories about your oversea adventures, so go live it up. I’ll be waiting with cheese puffs when you come back.
