Dear Roommate,
It was incredibly awkward those first few days after being dropped into college, and rooming with a perfect stranger was a little terrifying. It was a strange mix of learning each others habits and desperately wanting you to like me.
We aren't the perfect match on paper. I'm loud, a bit immature and I function best when my life is a little out of order. You're quiet, put together and sometimes you're more of a mom than a roommate. We don't agree on everything; I'm a firm believer that tea is only worthy of being consumed if it's at least half sugar, and I'm still convinced that people from Colorado just don't pronounce things correctly. Somehow our opposites seem to work, though, and after almost six months of living together you have become one of my best friends.
I can't imagine taking on college or life with anyone else. We work. I tell you that you can relax a little instead of getting up at 6 a.m. to study. You tell me that I should get out of bed in the mornings and I can't just skip class. I listen to you far more often then you listen to me. It's basically roommate code that you go with your roommate to events you didn't want to, I've been to yoga class and city cleanup with you and, well, you owe me a couple.
There are some moments that you just get to share with the person you live with. Making a blanket fort out of comforters and extra pillows, just because we didn't want to actually make our beds. Late night conversations asking if you would be willing to kill zombies in a zombie apocalypse. Venting sessions whenever life is getting a little rough.
We take care of each other. Tylenol and tea are must if someone is sick. There are always texts when someone is out late at night. "Hey, it's your roommate I'm not dead in a ditch LOL, a little picture of a whale."
You've got Snapchats and pictures of me at my absolute worst. And I've got some gorgeous pictures of you that will never be deleted from my phone. You've gotten used to my sarcasm, and I've got a quote sheet from all the random things you'll say.
In the end, though, you're the one I would go to when I cry, the one who I trust with my secrets. Somehow I ended up one of the lucky ones, where my roommate is my best friend. Here's to at least three more years of living together.
Love,
Your roommate
