Roommates,
I want to start by saying sorry; not for eating the last of the pizza we ordered together, but for the emotional roller coaster you are about to placed on because of the words you are reading. My intentions are pure, I by no means want you to start crying in the middle of library but this letter is a long time coming and I think I finally found the right words to say what I want to say. So sit down, strap in, and hold on tight because here comes the goodbye that I will not be able to formulate when you are actually leaving me.
Back in August we did not know each other, well I did not know you well and you guys knew each other and it was scary moving into an apartment having no idea if you were a psycho-killer, or a food stealer. For all I knew you enjoyed using every dish in the apartment and partied every night of the week. I mean some of these fears are legitimate, and as time went by I learned you did all of these things. You are a psycho-killer of plants, I mean you have not been able to keep one alive for more than a week. You do steal food but not on purpose sometimes you just forget what you bought and my food looked real good. I mean there have been point when we have had to go out and steal excessive plastic silverware so we did not have to do dishes. And there have been some weeks where you have partied every week but now it does not bother me.
It does not bother me because at some point between all the football games and long nights of studying we became friends. We would do things like go shopping, and grab food together. Then after a little while we became best friends, we would pick each other after long nights out, and rummage through each others' closets to try to find a usable outfit. Now I would have been happy if our bond had ended there, I would have happily come to your graduation and then to your wedding, and explained to everyone I was your roommate in college. But that is not where it stopped, at some point in our crazy lives we became family.
Family, is an interesting thing. You are born into a family that loves you no matter what you do with your life, and has to continue loving you because you are a part of them by blood. But sometimes if you are lucky enough, you make a non-blood family. A family that chooses to love you for the person you are, not because they have to but because they want to. And roommates you are exactly that. You have become my family. So this is not a goodbye letter my roommates, this is a goodbye letter to my family. I honestly do not know how to survive without you, when I wake up and need to know what to wear who will tell me? When I do my makeup and do not know if it is even who will tell me? When I am starving to death in the library who is going to bring me food? When I have a situation who am I going to run to?
The answer is still you. See roommates, you are my family it does not matter if you live five feet away from me or three hours, you will still be family. Sure I can not exactly run to you but I can sure as hell drive. I might not wake up and find you eating my pizza at one in the morning anymore but you are still a huge part of my life. When your aunt turns and asks me how I know you at your wedding, I will smile grab the mic and give one hell of a speech so everyone in the room knows exactly how I know you and all the situations we found ourselves in during our college years. So stop crying, and realize this is not goodbye, this is simply see you soon.
So see you soon roommates...
