To My Freshman Roommate,

When we first met on move in day I would have never expected all the memories to come. I was beyond nervous. I had just committed to spend nine months living in an insanely small space with a complete stranger, who I had only talked to a few times over text just to arrange what color bedding I should buy. Little did I know that this random roommate would become my absolute best friend.

Not going to lie, the first few days were awkward. When you walked in the room on move in day with a desktop computer, I was a bit concerned. I actually thought to myself, “What did I get myself into?” But not even a week into classes you became my ride or die. You went from being the loud laughed stranger to my person. I literally went to you for everything from then on. Whether it be girl drama, frat boys, or stress about class you were always there to listen and help in anyway you could.

The memories that we made in that shoebox we called home are some I will treasure forever. The late night “deep” conversations, the Netflix marathons, the countless Hannah Montana jam sessions and the many evenings spent getting ready to go out will stay with me forever. Sure there were a few ups and downs, including my countless injuries from falling out of my lofted bed or some other stupid reason, but you helped me through it all and I can’t thank you enough.

It is crazy to think that someone I met just a few months ago could become so insanely special to me. You always knew how to make a bad situation better. Whether it be ice cream runs when going through a bad breakup or giving me pep talks after I break down over getting a B on a test. But now that freshman year is over, you’re not going to be right by my side anymore. I won’t be able to just yell across the room for advice, or help, or just attention in general. Who am I going to tell my extremely bad jokes to now?

I’m going to miss the late night weekends spent going out with you, the pizza runs, the arguing over who gets to shower first, the broken floor tiles in our dorm, me screaming at you to turn your alarm (that normally went off for 20 minutes) off, the late night dining center runs, the communal closets and so much more.

It’s true when they say you meet your best friends in college. You put up with my crazy self for a year; that’s a pretty big accomplishment. Moving out of this barren little dorm room isn’t a goodbye; don’t think you can get rid of me that easily. Even though we may not see each other everyday over the summer, you’ll still be my best friend, my partner in crime, my go-to, my ride or die and my sister from another mister.

Love always,

The Other Half of Room 113B