When a roommate moves out, it can be really hard for both people. Roommates know everything about each other, from what makes you upset to which Netflix show you binge watch after a hard day. They know when to take you to get a snow cone and what kind of food you want to eat depending on your mood. 

However, sometimes rooming with your best friend can be a struggle. For me and my best friend, it is so much fun. We are constantly having a ball and making memories. We got lucky because rooming with each other did not change our friendship at all. If anything, it made us better friends. 

Last Thursday night, I spent the last night with my best friend as my roommate in our sorority house. She was recently elected president, but that means she gets to move into her own room. We have been best friends for a while and roommates since August, but it is still really hard to see her go. Yes, I know she will be right down the hall, and that we can be in each other’s rooms whenever, but it is still really hard. It is really difficult for me to imagine that when I randomly wake up in the middle of the night, she won’t be there. It is difficult for me to think that our late night conversations won’t happen the same way again. I miss her already. 

I was finished with exams early, so I have not spent a night by myself in our room -- we are still calling it “our room” because she is welcome anytime and does not have to knock. Wednesday, as we were moving most of our things out of the room, to be able to rearrange the furniture, we stopped for a just a moment and cried about the loss we both felt. We had a hard time deciding who got to keep which pictures, frames, and wall hangings because most of them were pictures of the two of us with other people. Those pictures represented our friendship, and how could we choose who got to keep them? We rearranged the furniture, so our room does not even look like our room anymore. It looks like someone else’s room. That’s the hardest part. 

We have been through a lot in our room together -- late night crying about stupid things, and early morning yelling because her alarm did not go off. We pranked each other, and other people, on a regular basis. Yeah, we could still do that, but it isn’t the same when we can’t race back to our room after surprising someone or lock the door so the other one can’t get in. It’s different. 

I know that our friendship won’t change, but I sure am going to miss her. I do not know if we'll ever be roommates again, but I do know we will always be best friends and that I could not have had a better roommate this semester than her.