A storm of anxiety creeps in as you enter your freshman year of college, especially when it comes to roommates.

As for me, my school only allowed the “random” method of picking roommates for your first year, meaning that I had no say; the housing committee did all of the work.

Millions of questions rushed through my mind as I waited all summer to find out who I would be living with: would we get along? What if she is weird? Will she judge me for sleeping with an eye mask? What if she hates me? Will she love popcorn as much as I do? At the time, I had no idea that my roommate would become one of my best friends for life.

So, this one is for my freshman year roommate and everyone who had the awesome opportunity of becoming "besties" with their roommate.

First, thanks for all of the good memories.

There was never a day when we would not crack up over something so small and I always cherished those moments on good and stressful days. As we all know, college can be tough. So, always knowing that I could come back to our dorm to laugh about stuff that would cause me to forget about all the homework stress was great. Also, even though we were in different friend groups, I am so glad that we still took some weekends to go out together. Furthermore, remember all of the times that we tried to wake up early and work out together, proceeded to set our alarms, wake up, look at each other and know we were both thinking, "No way, I am sleeping in"? Thanks for always being on the same page.

Secondly, thank you for always being there for me.

If I could give one piece of advice that everyone would listen to it would be, never box dye your hair. Your hair will turn orange and you will end up spending a lot of money to bleach it back blonde. Anyway, thank you for being there when I had to tell my mom what I did to my hair. You always had the right thing to say to help me stop crying. Then, of course, thanks for loving ice cream as much as I do and eating a tub of Ben and Jerry’s on those rough days. Lastly, thanks for always listening to me rant, even if you were not sure what to say. I knew that I could always count on you to listen and help me out.

Thirdly, thanks for never judging me.

I am sure it was pretty weird that I wore an owl eye mask every night to bed, so thanks for never thinking that I was too bizarre for that. Also, sorry for all of the times that I would try on everything in my closet and ask you if I looked OK. Most importantly, thanks for not judging me during my dumb blonde moments like when I once asked who you were talking to in our room. Me. Duh. When I ended up getting a boyfriend second semester, I was more worried about what you would think of him than my mom. Thanks for approving, too.

Finally, thanks for being you.

I am so sad that we will not be roommates this upcoming year, but I know that you will continue to be one of my best friends. It was crazy to realize just how fast the year went and how well we got to know each other in just a short amount of time. I cannot wait to be reunited on campus and go grab lunch and gossip for hours and laugh over dumb things. I am so lucky that Fairfield gave me the best roommate because my freshman year would not have gone the way it did if it were not for you. So, thank you for being you.

Xoxo