The sweet smell of spring is in the air and "Senioritis" is in full swing. College applications are finally over and the new stress is all about finding the perfect college roommate, which thankfully, I did.

Hey roomie,

If you’re reading this, I love you. There’s no one else I would want to spend my first year in college with and I can’t express enough how lucky I am that you slid on into my Instagram Dms. Most people say that the transition into college life is rocky at best, but with you by my side, it was smooth sailing (once we finished rushing of course). Having a stranger become your roommate and then become your best friend is the best possible scenario in my mind for a college roomie.

They say college is hard, and they’re definitely not wrong, but with a friend like you, everything is simple. Waking up to you yelling at me to go to class, and going to bed with you still yelling at me to stop sending you creepy clown memes is a blessing a half. I know that wherever I go in my life, you’ll still be my sister and my best friend, and for that I am forever grateful. Besides, who else would listen to the same songs on repeat with me and who else would Milly rock with me to classical music? I mean, seriously, I don’t know anyone else who could fill your (Adidas) shoes. I also don’t know anyone who would make playlists for every possible mood or feeling that someone could have, or make Trillers with me to every possible Austin Mahone song.

Needless to say, you’re my person. You’re the Christina Yang to my Meredith Grey and the Blair Waldorf to my Serena Van Der Woodsen and I can’t express in just this letter how thankful I am for that. So, roomie, lover, sister, friend, thank you. Thank you for making me laugh and for not laughing when I cry. Thank you for coming with me to get food and for ordering cookies and ice cream for me at 11 pm when I need it most. Thank you for sliding into my Dm’s, thank you for playing bomb ass music, and thank you for being you.

Sincerely,

Me