I’m not gonna lie, I’ve had some pretty difficult roommates in the past. I’ve tried the whole random roommate thing (twice) and it never really worked out in my favor (both situations were not my fault, surprisingly). So, this year I did the thing that everyone tells you not to do - I decided to live with one of my very best friends. And well, there are just a few things that happen when your best friend becomes your best froomie.
- Instead of having to make a phone call or shoot a text to your go-to gal to vent - you just have to walk to the next room over. Or yell out her name if you’re lazy like me.
- You get use to the whole, “no pants” and changing while talking to the other thing real fast.
- Your best friend’s significant other very quickly becomes another best friend of yours. Complete with teaming up to scheme and joining forces to make fun of her.
- Her boyfriend has also become the one you go to for advice on life, whether that be about boys, or what beer you should buy at the liquor store. It pisses you off because he’s literally always right.
- … and she secretly loves it. Even though most days, she’ll never admit it.
- Her significant other also learned fast that there isn’t much that stays a secret between the two of you and just about every detail of their relationship has been shared. At least, all the important ones. No need to be boring.
- And chances are, he’s the one third-wheeling most nights, not the other way around.
- She’s probably accidentally texted you instead of her S.O. Babe?
- Every single time you leave the house, you hear her scream behind you “make good choices” or “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” or “don’t do anything you’d be ashamed to tell me about later.”
- She’s there for every mistake you make when you come home from a night out, and drills you with so many questions she might as well be your mother.
- Speaking of, you have made so many “mom” jokes at her, it’s not even funny.
- You used to be OK with going a week or two without seeing each other, but now if either one of you are gone for more than 24 hours it feels weird.
- You’ve hugged more in the past three months than you have your entire friendship.
- You don’t get irritated with each other when one has left dishes in the sink for too long, or leaves the bathroom a mess (i.e. me) because the two of you just yell at each other to clean your shit up and move on with your day. No feelings hurt.
- There’s a slight chance she’s made you clean your room.
- … and done your laundry for you. At least half-way.
- Sometimes, you just lay in her bed with her when you’re having a rough day, and you leave so much happier just knowing that she’s there for you.
- Catch-up lunch or dinner dates from before you were living together have now turned into, “Can we please buy a puppy?” and “OMG, we have to watch, 'Say Yes to the Dress tonight!'” because you already know everything there is to know.
- Every single outfit no longer has to be texted to her - because she’s right there to give you that final seal of approval before you walk out the door.
- At this point in life, you can just look at each other and know exactly what the other is thinking. And you both immediately start laughing.
- You both know when the other one really needs to be alone, needs to eat a carton of ice cream, down a bottle of wine or just needs to sleep.
- Your friendship got so much closer - and who knew that would ever be possible.
I gotta say, I wish I had lived with my best friend a heck of a lot sooner, because it’s working out just fine for me. I highly recommend it, but who knows, maybe my best froomie is just a keeper.





















