Dear Freshman Roommate,
I thought that having to live with someone I didn’t know was going to be horrible. The idea of sharing such a small space with a stranger was terrifying. I thought you and I would have all kinds of problems and that we’d be speaking with our RA all the time because let’s face it, how often do girls who are forced to interact actually get along? I didn’t think that I would become a welcomed member of your family or that we would do each other’s laundry when the other one only needed two things cleaned. I thought all kinds of things about how freshman year was going to be living with you when we moved into the hole in the wall we called “home.” I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong, and I’ve never been happier to be wrong in my whole life.
Freshman year was an adventure for our entire class. But with your help, I made it. I never got around to thanking you for everything and for that, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry that I never told you how much I appreciated you. I’m sorry for every frantic text message and nearly incoherent phone call because I was always forgetting when things were due. I’m sorry for all of the late nights when you wanted to relax but I needed a dance party to make myself feel better. I’m sorry for not being the best roommate at times. But mostly, I’m sorry for not letting you know what you meant to me before we left for the summer.
Honestly, I owe you the biggest “thank you” anyone has ever gotten. Thank you for accepting me for who I am. During a time where all I needed was someone to let me be me and figure out who I even am, you never failed to take every part of me in stride or to encourage me along every step of my way through self-discovery. Even when all I wanted to do was lay on the bed and complain, you always listened. You never made me feel bad for being in a horrendous mood, or even for being embarrassingly drunk. Thank you for understanding that the window had to be open during the day, and sometimes at night, because I need fresh air. I know it’s silly, but thank you for taking care of my fish whenever I wasn’t there for the weekend. For all the nights where I thought staying up would be better than sleeping, thank you for not flipping out on me like we could hear the girl down the hall doing. Thank you for being who you are.
I learned more than I ever thought I could learn from someone I just met. You taught me what gaining a soul sister feels like. I’m so glad that we got thrown together in that tiny room because I don’t know where I would be without you cheering me on. So here’s to you roomie, you got me through it all and it’s about time that I told you. I love you to the moon and back.
Love always,
The Other Half Of Room 253
