Living with me can’t be easy. Actually, I know it isn’t. My parents constantly reminded that I was difficult to live with, a little messy and “a tornado,” as they liked to call it when I was younger. College is scary. Living with a stranger is scarier. Heading off to college to live in a 12x12 cube with somebody you have never met is one of the biggest challenges, but also one of the best experiences you will have.

Not everybody will become best friends with their college roommates, but for y’all that do, trust me, it is a blessing. If you don’t have a sister, she's the sister you’ve always wanted. If you do, she's the sister that you've always wished you had instead. College roommates put up with a lot of your sh*t. Be grateful.

So thank you.

Thank you for thinking that I looked like a cool enough person via Twitter, Facebook and Instagram for you to want to live with me for eight months.

Thank you for not going psycho and being a crazy person once we moved into together.

Thank you for not hating me because I was a fellow athlete that had to wake up at 4:30am everyday for practice and set four alarms in the process.

Thank you for letting me vent about stupid boy drama, no matter the time.

Thank you for letting your closet be my closet.

Thank you for sitting around in a towel for hours after you shower like me and not thinking that I was weird for doing so.

Thank you for being down for 2am adventures and Sheetz runs.

Thank you for allowing me to nap at anytime of the day and for taking horrible pictures of me while I do so.

Thank you for the random dance parties and jam sessions to Disney throwbacks.

Thank you for always wanting to rearrange the room (which included making a queen sized bed by the end of the year).

Thank you for telling me how much of an idiot I was the night before and for encouraging me to continue to have some wild nights with you by my side.

Thank you, most of all, for being down to eat peanut butter out of the jar with me.

Thanks for everything, but I’m also sorry. I am sorry that I am kind of a mess sometimes and just need you to drop everything to take care of me; I am sorry that sometimes I force you not to study for that test, because I am needy and want you to do fun things with me; and I’m sorry that I will never be able to live without you, and you're stuck with me as your roommate next year.

You rock, roomie.

Love,

The messier, but still lovable, roommate.