To the students who are living in my old dorm.

I don't know your names, or if you are males or females, but what I do know is how lucky you are to be living in a dorm that has been filled with so many memories.

If I ever randomly knock on your door asking to see my old dorm, which is now yours, don't be alarmed. I just miss it. You may not think you will miss that tiny room, but I think you eventually will too.

I hope you love this dorm room as much as my roommate and I loved it last year. Although it is crammed, you're sleeping on twin size beds probably lofted in the air, and the fact that you have to share the smallest room you've probably ever lived in — with another human being, I hope you love it. If you don't, I hope you learn to love it.

I miss that room. It was my home last year. It was the first place I had to call "home" after I moved out of my real home. That room holds a special place in my heart.

That room is filled with SO many memories from not only when I lived there, but from the several students who have lived there over the years.

Friendships have been made in that room.

Tears have been cried in that room.

Parties have been thrown in that room.

People have loved and have hated in that room.

People have experienced some of their best times and some of their worst times in that room.

It's crazy to think how this extremely small room turned into a place that felt like home.

I hope it feels like home to you too.

Take advantage of the fact that some of your best friends probably live down the hall from you, upstairs, downstairs, or maybe even next door. I miss being able to walk out of my room and have my best friends rooms right there.

Turn that dorm into your happy place, your safe place, and one of your favorite places.

Please add to the list of memories experienced in that room, the dents and paint chips in the walls and the scratches and stains on the floor.

Take care of it, enjoy it, and make the most out living in it.

Because I'm sure you will miss it too someday.