The six of us met about two years ago around this time. We moved into the sophomore dorms together, unsure of the year ahead of us. Three of us had lived together already, two us of were already close friends and one of us was simply along for the ride, happy to have friends. Sophomore year brought us tears, laughter, heartbreak and new love. We were there for all of it, and for each other. Nothing happened to one of us that the other five didn't know about. No one hurt one of us without the other five volunteering to kick some a**. And no one fell in love without the other five loving as well. Living together wasn't always easy, but it taught us all a lot.

We learned how to share. We learned how to fight. We learned how to coordinate a bathroom schedule. We learned how to forgive. We learned how to be safe. We dreamed of the future, but also insisted that we never wanted to grow up. Unfortunately, the world kept turning even though we felt timeless in our little bubble of Suite 213.

We grew into ourselves a bit more, and started making decisions for our futures. Unfortunately, one of those decisions took us away from each other. We left for summer break and came back in the fall for a junior year that began with apartments and grocery shopping and interning.

I miss you all. I miss living together. But mostly, I think I miss being carefree. I miss being an underclassmen, and I miss having few worries beyond the paper I have due at the end of the week. But, this year without the "impenetrable 6" made me realize something really important about adulthood: You make time for the people you love. And we all make time for each other.

It never feels the same when I don't come home to our little three-bedroom dorm, but I know we can't go back. We can't do it again, so instead we had to make an awesome junior year when we could. And we did! We learned how to buy and cook real food, and we learned how to not run out of toilet paper. We learned that if you pour boiling water down the drain, you can unclog almost anything, and we learned that wine and good company can fix almost anything.

This year wasn't always easy for us, because we were transitioning into adulthood at a rapid pace. In a span of two semesters, we got internships and new jobs and new apartments and new lives. But one thing remained unchanged through all the "newness": We had each other.

We may not always have it all together, but together we have it all. So thanks, Georges. Thanks for loving me and letting me love you. You taught me that things will change, and maybe that's OK, because we can handle whatever adulthood throws at us as long as we have each other.