The one thing that I will never regret about moving to Salisbury is the fact that I moved into an apartment with roommates. My roommates have been there for me through thick and thin. We can laugh together, cry together, and share the happy times together.

If you were to walk into our apartment at any given time, you would think that we were just a very quiet group of people who never really spent a lot of time together. This is absolutely a lie.

My roommates and I, though we lead our own lives, are far from the 'quiet bunch' when we are together. Not that we're rowdy, but we do enjoy having fun in each other's company. We laugh together often, and we have our inside jokes. When we see each other, before we walk away, we say to each other "make good choices!" and the other replies with "wash your hands!"— I don't even remember where this came from or how it started but I can say that I am glad we have developed such a relationship to make inside jokes like this.

Living with a roommate from another country has made me very glad as well—there is always a conversation, and once, she even made food for me from Japan! And yes, it was really good!

I've learned so much from having roommates about them as well as myself. I never feel alone or like a guest in my own home when I am here, we have molded this place into four walls of a home that we all share, even though it is a small apartment we live in. They have shared with me some of the best times of my life, and I don't think I will ever be able to forget them.

We have cried together too. Whether in a drunken stupor, or a solemn sobriety, we have had these moments. Though they may come off as sad, or like they are moments I might want to forget, I am thankful for them. They have taught me that I will always have someone there for me. Someone who reminds me that they don't like seeing me cry—and that is a very good feeling to have about the person you are living with.

When we go out, we laugh so much that I think people have stared, and that's okay; we don't care at all. We just know that we are making the best memories. My roommates have become less like roommates or friends, and more like family. And for that, I am grateful. Sometimes, one of us will cook for the others, and we have little dinners in our apartment. Those can last up to hours, and we are always left wondering where the time has gone.

All in all, it can be said that the best things in life are free—and I wouldn't trade them for the world.