I cannot explain how nervous I was to have a random roommate. Partially because I heard way too many horror stories of people with awful living situations, and also because you would be my first roommate EVER.

What if you hated the fact that I’m a morning person? What if you absolutely hated coffee? (can you even imagine life with no dunkin doughnuts?)

But, move in day came, and it was a college miracle.

We both had the same respect of boundaries, cleanliness, and sharing.

You became the person I told absolutely everything to.

And if I didn’t tell you, you found out about it anyways.

You saw when people would push me over and tear me apart before I did. Thanks for always having my back, even when I was stupid to put up with it in the first place.

And above all, you allowed me to be myself. In all of my weird and quirky ways.

Looking back, I would have never survived that first year without you.

Because living alone just isn't as fun.