A few weeks ago, I wrote an article called "My Roommate is NOT My Best Friend". If you didn't read that article, you may want to before you read this one. (https://www.theodysseyonline.com/roommate-not-best...)

I am now here to tell you that, that statement is now false. My roommate is my best friend and I'm going to explain how that happened. First, there's some important backstory information that you should know.

The first living situation that I was placed in was not great. My roommate was into some things that I just did not agree with and I couldn't deal with it any longer. So, I packed my bags and moved into another dorm.

From the moment I walked into the new building, everything was better than it was in the old building. The decorations on the wall were more creative, the elevators were faster, the lounge was much nicer, and there were shower doors instead of curtains (my personal favorite). My new roommate was so friendly and welcomed me with open arms. That same weekend though, my new roommate moved out to get her own apartment. I had the room all to myself and it was pretty great. It just so happened that one of my close friends was also looking to move out of her not-so-happy living situation. Moving in with me seemed like the best possible option, so she did.

Now, my roommate is actually one of my best friends. We love being able to see each other all the time and constantly text when we're apart. We share stuff. We never run out of things to talk about. The best thing; however, is that it's like having a sleepover every night of the week.

The moral of this story is that sometimes we are put into really crappy situations only to be placed in even better ones. If I had never been placed with my original roommate, I would not be living with one of my best friends. There's always a light at the end of every dark tunnel, don't ever forget that.