It’s almost the beginning of July, and I should be getting into the summer grind. I suppose I am in some ways: I’ve seen a handful of old friends, I’ve gotten sunburned, and I’ve had my summer job for over a month. In other ways, however, I feel like I should still be back at school. For the most part, I miss you, my lovely roommate.

Today I was doing a massive purge of all of my bedroom’s contents. The amount of stuff I had was borderline hoarder-esque and the amount of clothes lining the floors of my closets (yes, plural) was just getting out of control. So, my brave mom and I entered my room, armed with trash bags and a vacuum, and did some thorough cleaning. While cleaning, I pulled out an old t-shirt, which I haven’t worn since I was back at school. Much to my enjoyment, it still smelled like our dorm room air freshener. When I was emptying my desk drawers of used notebook paper and old pens, I also found my half of our polaroid pictures, which always make me tear up when I look at them. Oddly enough, taking them off our wall was quite possibly the hardest part of moving out of our room. These things just reminded me of how lucky I was to be randomly placed with such a wonderful human being. I mean, honestly, what are the odds?

What are the odds you’ll find someone that not only sits with you when you’re crying, but cries with you?

What are the odds you’ll find someone who, after living with you for only a week and a half, gives you all your favorite candy for your birthday?

What are the odds you find someone who you can bedtime talk with for literally 2 hours?

I think the odds are pretty darn slim, but I was lucky enough to beat the odds and find all those things (plus a million more) with you. (Side note: you’re probably laughing at this because it sounds vaguely like wedding vows).

So, roomie, it may be July and we may have been living without each other for 2 months or so, but I still miss sharing a room with you and your million sweatshirts. I’m still amazed by the fact I didn't ever get mad at you about anything during all of those months, and that you didn't disown me after I ate Jimmy Johns 4 times in one week. You are the best, best, best and I’m so incredibly lucky that our weird little school (and the Myers Briggs personality test) decided that it would be a good idea for us to share Andrews 201.