Your roommate used your dishes without asking. Or maybe they walked into the room wearing one of your shirts. Sure, you’re annoyed and they are getting on your nerves. Yet, these are the times I wish I had a roommate. Listen to me when I say this, Be thankful for your roommate.
I had a roommate for three years out of my four years of college and had some of the best and worst times with them. But there is one thing about a roommate: they are always there to talk. They are always there to listen about how horrible your day was, or to give you advice.
You can always bounce ideas off of them, and they’re going to be the only people who will be there for you at all hours of the night. Literally – sleeping across from you.
My first year, I had a roommate who used my shower cap and I freaked out listening to the shower water run. I called my mom having a panic attack because I didn’t know what the hell I got myself into. This was my first time living with another person, and it was honestly terrifying.
Yet, she was someone who always was there for a heart to hearts, and gave amazing academic advice.
I lived in a triple my second year, with my two best friends. There was always constant laughter, beta fish were bought, and we had many trips to McDonald's – probably more than what was healthy.
Sure, we had a falling out at the end of the semester… but months later, we reconnected and thought of all the fun we had living together. That year, I learned what it was like to have two sisters, and how to share a bathroom counter space with two other girls. Let’s just say, there was makeup powder everywhere.
My third year, I lived with my best friend of seven years, and “my person.” Honestly, it almost broke us. We were so excited to be transferring to the same school, that we just had to live together. We picked out color schemes and bought each other little gifts. I was so excited.
Yet, we realized that living together would be harder than we thought. We were polar opposites at times. I was a clean freak, she was an art student with things everywhere. She used my mirror without asking, and I’d leave petty notes on it asking if she asked. We got on each other’s nerves that half the time we weren’t in the room together.
Maybe it was my fear of confrontation or realizing that I could never live with my best friend again. Yet she was always my shoulder to cry on.
I have learned many things about living with roommates. Be thankful for them. They will be there for you. Always. And if they’re not physically there, they are a text away. I learned that I need to pick up after myself, and sometimes need to share even when I don’t want to.
They are your family away from home and are the people you can always run to. Be thankful for the roommates you have right now because they won't be in the same room as you forever.
