Living with your best friend can be both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes friendships are torn apart, and other times you become even closer and strengthen your friendship. For me, living with my best friend is the best decision that I have ever made.
My best friend is my person. She is the person who I will call at 3 a.m. to take me home. She is the person that I vent to about my endless boy problems that don't even matter half the time. She is the one person who knows me better than I know myself half the time. Living with her has made our friendship stronger. We know each other's habits, what we like and don't like, and we know when one of us needs space away from everything.
My best friend is the first person I think about when I want to make plans. We are so alike that it's almost scary sometimes. We buy the same clothing without even knowing that the other person was planning on buying it, we have the same favorite colors, and we do things at the same time too. We're like twins but not twins at the same time.
We've only known each other for one year. Crazy, right? But we act as though we've been best friends for our entire lives. The worst days always end on a positive note, because it always ends with the two of us recapping our horrible days over a glass of wine, and then everything just seems a little more bearable. We can struggle through hangovers together, which makes that hangover from hell infinitely more bearable when both of us can huddle together on the couch and get lost on YouTube until we can bear venturing outside into the blinding sunlight.
She is there for important chats, regardless of the hour. A terrifying life crisis woke you up at 3 a.m.? Not a problem, just go crawl into bed with the bff and talk it out.
My obsessions are her obsessions. Even if she hates it initially, by simply being around me all the time, she will quickly fall down the same friends spiral that I have descended into.
We can read one another better than ever. Now that we live together, we can decipher the smallest changes in the other person’s mood before we even have to mention anything. It cuts the number of arguments in half, easily.
We can be honest with each, no matter what. Whether the outfit she's wearing is a little too experimental or she is irritated that I haven’t taken the trash out in two weeks, neither of us have any problems bluntly bringing problems up. Passive aggression is a thing of the past.
In the end, moving in with my best friend has been the biggest blessing in my life. I am forever grateful for all of the memories that we have made together and that we will continue to make over these next three years of college.
