I think the one thing I dreaded most about college was having a roommate. I was such a shy person, and I really didn't like new people. I was afraid she would hate me, or that we would be too different to get along. I was given her name in an email while I was working. It was a slow day, so my coworker and I began trying to find her. After hours of searching, we still couldn't find her. This made my anxiety worse. I immediately went to worst case scenarios. In a last ditch effort, I googled her name. At the bottom of the third page, I found her. She had a different name on social media, so I didn't know it was her. We talked a couple of times, but there wasn't any great click. I was beginning to get more and more worried about my roommate. Even though I found her, she might not be the one for me.

It all changed when we got there, though. Out of necessity, we stayed close to each other for the first week. We didn't know anyone else, and we now lived together, so we were the best option for each other. Eventually, we got to know each other. That happened pretty fast. Within days we were inseparable. We ate together, worked out together, and Netflix binged together. She laughed at all of my dumb jokes, and she always had witty comments in return. We had other friends, but we chose to spend time with each other instead.

Pretty soon she was a part of my family. She came down to stay with me at home, and my Skype calls with my boyfriend turned into Skype calls with everyone. Everyone loved her. We would play cards against humanity until after midnight. We planned great road trips together. We even went to a pet store together. We bought a praying mantis egg, and we named him Jeff. He never hatched, but we loved him anyway. Her life was constantly filled with drama. It was always like a television show. She brought me along on two Tinder dates, and it was still too many in my opinion. We both made it out alive, though. We decorated for Halloween in September, and we both agreed that Christmas should not be celebrated until after Thanksgiving. We have dance parties, and we take over lounges for Impractical Jokers marathons. We eat so much candy that we get sick, and we have so many snacks that we can never finish them all.

She is deciding to leave, though. College is not for her. Even though I have only known her for a few months, it feels like we are sisters. It feels like we have a crazy future ahead of us, but I knew we would be okay together. It will be a little more difficult to see each other now, but I know we will always be sisters. I wasn't okay with her leaving at first, but I know that's what's best for her. We still will have that crazy future ahead of us, and we will still have our road trips. We'll have our marathons and our snacks. We won't live together anymore, but we will always be roommates.