Day one, we were complete strangers, and now that we’re ending the semester, I consider you one of my best friends.

I’m not going to lie, I was so nervous to meet you. I think every person is scared to meet their roommate for the first time. For the first few nights, you’re strangers. It’s not easy at first. And I was in a new place with all new people; transitioning was hard, but you made it easier by introducing me to your all friends.

I wondered if you would like me. I wondered if any of my weird habits would bother you. I wondered if I would like you. Were you going to be the type of roommate that parties all the time? That has friends over all the time so I couldn’t do my homework? Were you going to be a messy roommate?

Thank god you ended up being none of these things; you’re the best roommate ever, in my opinion. I mean, you’re funny. You’re extremely clean (and, as a result, I feel bad for when my side of the room is messy). It’s because of you that I’m writing for the Odyssey — I was nervous to talk to our editor-in-chief until you practically forced me to have breakfast with him.

You know that I’m passionate about writing. I’m sorry for all the nights I’ve spent pounding on my keyboard working on my novel or articles for the Odyssey. But seriously, thank you for being the one to listen to my interests and push me to publish my writing to thousands of people! You rock.

For a little while, I wasn’t sure if you did actually like me. I’m kind of a weird kid. I know lots of weird facts and I’m not afraid to tell you any of them. I complain a lot about school work, my classes, and people being stupid (our neighbors are pretty terrible though, and I know you agree. I snore (sometimes really loudly — and I’m really sorry about the few times I kept you up as a result). I type way, way too loud when I type fast. I’ve been sick like three times this semester.

But when we first met, the day we first moved in, we hit it off instantly. We went to pick up your friend; we sat in the parking lot and talked. We listened to music and we got to know each other. We really hit it off. We sometimes go to breakfast, we went to the gym together (thanks for pushing me to go even when I didn’t want to). For the Five Guys runs.

There are so many things I’m thankful for — I’m thankful you’re my roommate. I don’t know how I got so lucky! Thank you for putting up with my weird quirks and strange habits. Thanks for being there when I needed you, for pushing me. I’m so extremely glad we get along so well and that we’re able to coexist peacefully.

We can sit in our room, without talking, doing our homework, and it’s not awkward. I consider you one of my best friends, truly.

With love,

Your roommate Becca