You were one of my first friends upon arriving in Minneapolis.

I can't tell you how much it meant to me to have one friendly face amongst a sea of unknown ones, to have one person I'd met and talked to when everyone else was greeting the friends they had carried with them throughout high school. It was painful. At home, eight of my friends went to UCLA, and eight of them went to UCSD. None of them followed me all the way out to Minnesota, so it was literally a fresh start in a new place with no people I knew.

Except for you. When I first met you, it was like a blind date. I knew we'd matched over text, but I was worried that our personalities might not mesh in person. And I had no clue what I'd do if that happened.

File a new roommate request? That might take days to process.

How was I supposed to live with you if you turned out to be the serial killer roommate of horror movies and nightmares?

Or, worse yet, what if you were snobbish and gossipy, or threw parties in our room at all hours without pause? I knew that in our texts you had made it abundantly clear that you weren't that type of person, but texts can lie. I know that I *vaguely* stretched the truth in my texts, choosing to focus on the indisputable fact that I was a well-organized person who excelled at time management and got over eight hours of sleep a night.

Of course, now you know that was easily not as true as I made it out to be behind the screen. And, of course, by now, I've found out that you're not the serial killer roommate that you could've been. In fact, as I type this, you're sitting at your desk working. So, I guess I'm writing this behind your back.

I've only known you in person for about four weeks, yet you've been there for me through a lot of things. You support a lot of my bad ideas, like buying loads of Insomnia Cookies while having no paycheck. You berate me for when I take on too many shifts at work, and, while that can sometimes be annoying to listen to, I know that you do so because you care about me.

You've been there through the bad times –– after phone calls with my mother and exams that I was never really certain I was going to pass. In the hard times, you arrive bearing Sour Patch Watermelon and are willing to sit on the floor with me as I cry.

I don't think we've ever had a real fight. Sure, there are times when we get frustrated with each other, and times when we have differing opinions on things, but nothing ever really gets too bad. We do have Roommate Success coming up though, so fingers crossed that there isn't anything that you're currently hiding that you'll bust out at that meeting like a secret weapon you've held onto.

I'm excited for our adventures together this year.

I'm excited to see where this will lead, and I'm excited about the idea of potentially getting an apartment with you next year, even though we've known each other for all of four weeks, and you have other commitments. But, most of all, I'm just really happy that I found you and I didn't choose to do random roommate search instead. I might be biased, but I don't think I would've found quite as good a roommate in anyone else.