Starting college is always a very exciting time… or at least everyone tells you it is. For me, I was nervous. I was not nervous about the work load, and I was not nervous that I would not be able to find food I liked, but I was worried about leaving my mom and sister. Maybe I sound like a baby, but I have always considered myself someone who likes to stay home and someone who tells her mom practically everything. I would now be an hour away without that.

I chose my roommate for college. Everyone told me not to do it, because what if it turned out badly? I would only be able to blame myself. This made me nervous, too. I was never someone in high school who had many best friends or a girl that I told everything to. I hoped to find that in college, because I needed it. I wanted to have that strong relationship with someone.

As my mom left me on move in day, I could not stop crying. As each speaker presented, I would cry when they finished because I knew we were closer to her leaving. We give our goodbyes and my mom is trying to hold back her tears. I was then left with my roommate. Two people who know that we sleep early and like the housewives. I came to find out very quickly that choosing her as my roommate was the best decision I made for my future at college.

I cannot count the amount of times she has made me laugh, has comforted me, has been by my side, or has just been there for me. I cannot express how grateful I am for her and my friendship either. Imagining college without her seems very scary. If I am somewhere, she is probably with me. My roommate made it easier for me to adjust to school, and she has become my best friend in the process. I would just like to tell her that I am thankful and honored to call her my best friend.