A letter to my Roomie:

Coming to college was a nerve-wracking experience, but it wasn’t so bad with you by my side. I know this letter won’t do justice to let you know how thankful I am for your friendship, but it’s a start.

Thank you for always listening to me, no matter the time of day or how long I talk for. Whether it be about boys, how stressed I am, or what I should have for dinner, I knew you would always be interested in hearing about it all. For dealing with all of the tears, both happy and sad. It's been a joy to come back to our dorm after a long day and have someone to talk to who genuinely cares and wants to hear what I have to say.

Thank you for not getting too irritated with me after I have left my makeup bag and curling iron out on the bathroom counter for days at a time, or after I have refused to change the toilet paper roll for over a month.

Thank you for constantly lifting me up and building my confidence in myself, no matter how many times I had asked you, “do I need anything else?” You are always there to give me that little extra assurance and needed an opinion on whether you can tell it’s been three days since I’ve last washed my hair, or if I can really get away with wearing socks and Birkenstocks to class. Thank you for not judging me, even after seeing all of my flaws and annoying quirks, which includes singing in the shower and constantly borrowing your clothes. Thank you for never letting me walk out of the room on a Friday or Saturday night anything less than perfect, and thank you for always being my sidekick on those nights.

Thank you for always letting me know when enough was enough: enough Netflix binging, enough ice cream when I’m sad, enough studying, and even enough lipstick; which I used to think didn’t exist.

Thank you for experiencing so many huge firsts with me throughout these two semesters. From our first college football game to our first birthdays away from home, & so much more, I am thankful that you were by my side. Thank you for all of the little pick me ups, reminder texts, and sticky notes that you left me. Thank you for constantly being by my side through any endeavor or adventure we encountered, you truly are my right hand, and the Blair Waldorf to my Serena Van-DerWoodson.

It seems like just yesterday we moved in for the first time getting ready to start our freshman year of college, an experience that we have looked forward to our whole lives.

You are a big part of my life now that we have been roommates. The thought of sharing a room with someone used to seem annoying to me, but now going home in one month knowing I'm not going to get to have a sleepover with you every night, seems lonely. I’m going to miss introducing you to people as “my best friend, and roommate”, and I’m especially going to miss our midnight dance parties. I know there were times when we wanted to kill each other, but those times were quickly overwhelmed with laughter. You made making a college dorm room feel like home so much easier, and I wouldn’t have done this year any differently.

Don’t be surprised if you get a few random visits next year.

Your Roomie.