To my first college roommate,
As this year comes to a close, I wanted to take a moment to thank you. I know everyone always says that they’re a lot to handle, but I’m pretty sure I’m a lot to handle and then some.
So thank you.
They say that after four years, you’re supposed to leave college a completely changed person. And if you didn’t, well, you must have done something wrong, or missed something at the least. Although we still have about four weeks left in this semester, and still some room for change, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people grow so much in front of my own eyes. Those two people are you and I, if you haven’t caught on to this letter yet.
This year wasn’t what I thought it would be at all. And I mean that in the greatest way possible. Although every single day wasn’t the best, we made it through. You helped me through some rough patches, and I can proudly say I helped you get past yours as well. We both helped teach each other to burn bridges, just to prevent ourselves from ever crossing them again. I helped you get through a break up, and heal, and you helped me open up my heart to let love in and evidently, I found my true love. We taught each other how to share the coffee creamer, even when there wasn’t enough. We stayed up late nights crying because we were sad or even just crying because we were laughing so damn hard. This year, we both learned so much about each other, and with that, we learned so much more about ourselves.
And enough with all of the deep, sentimental shit. We taught each other how to live with one another; completely, insane, hormone-raging, loving, fun, loud, crazy, but sensitive and rage-filled, annoying, college girls. You helped me think of Quadrangle articles and I helped you with your Spanish homework, as best as I could. We took care of each other when we were sick. And, if we happened to both be sick at the same time (which was very often), we collectively laid in bed together and talked and slept and talked and slept all day long. I opened your wine bottles when you couldn’t, and you.. well you always ate my entire box of Cheeze-Itz before I even got a chance to touch it.
I don’t know what girl would literally pee herself from laughing so hard at my jokes, but thank you. Thank you for always stocking the fridge with an equal amount of alcohol as there was coffee creamer. Thank you for waiting for me to do laundry. Thank you for drinking wine with me when I was sad (or just because I wanted to drink wine). Thank you for listening to my problems, even when they weren’t problems at all. Thank you for dealing with my big, annoying mouth, never knowing when to shut up. Thanks for watching HGTV with me when there was nothing good on the Food Network. Thanks for the post it notes to remind me how much you love me. Thank you for dealing with my mushy side when I was around my boyfriend. Thank you for going crazy with me when Leonardo DiCaprio won an Oscar. Thank you for being quiet when I napped. Thank you for always making sure the room smelt good. Thank you for dancing with me, whenever I wanted to dance.Thank you for being you.Thank you, you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Living with you was much more than I thought it would be. It was an adventure. And our friendship will continue to be an adventure for the next years to come. And by the next years, I mean college, and then some. Because when you speak at my wedding, I give you complete permission to embarrass my boyfriend and I for being so annoying all of the time. And when I speak at your wedding, I promise to embarrass you just as much, if not more. Our relationship is something I wouldn’t trade for the world. Even though we aren’t attached to each other by the hip, I hope you know I’ll always have your back, I’ll always hold your hand through rough times, and you can always use my shoulder to cry on. You and I have grown so much this past year, individually and as a whole. Thank you for helping me grow, watching me grow, and growing with me. No one will ever be able to take the place you have in my heart. I mean, after all, you were my first roommate in college. We did live together. And how many people do you actually get to say you lived with in your life time!? There’s only one first. Only one “first college room mate”. And although you can be labeled as my “first room mate in college”, you can also be labeled as my “best friend”, yes. But that doesn’t seem appropriate. And I don’t like to advocate the use of labels, but if I had to choose one, “sister” would fit you best.
Thank you for an amazing year. And no matter where these next three years take us, you’ll always be my sister.
I love you.