It all started with you pouring your dang sweet & sour sauce into mine at dinner. I hated every part of you for that. We constantly bickered and argued over stupid things (everything except what had just happened in the sorority houses, of course.)

Next thing ya know, I’m walking next to you after finding out we’re both in the same house. I remember looking at you saying, “Started out hating each other, now we’re sisters. Would ya look at that?”

Little did I know, that you would become my absolute best friend and eventually my roommate.

Thank you for the late night phone calls.

Meeting outside Shocker Hall to get coffee and snacks. That will forever be our thing. Gossiping about our crazy roommates, ranting about ridiculous amounts of homework, complaining about how broke we are and planning outfits for the next event.

Thank you for crying with me over every episode of Grey’s Anatomy.

I told you it was good, but it’s even better when you have someone to talk and cry about it with! That and getting me addicted to several other shows I shouldn’t have binge watched.

Thank you for the midnight food runs and long drives when both of us are exhausted from other humans.

Our late night jams will always be a favorite. Even the nights we only played throwback Hannah Montana. Priceless.

Thank you for getting me up for class spring semester when neither of us wanted to get up.

“India are you awake?!” I am now, Thanks for that Tim. Although, the few days we DID play hooky, I enjoyed those too.

Thank you for driving me everywhere when my car was a lemon.

Yeah. This is kinda self explanatory. Nothin’ like your brakes goin’ out right? The hours we spent in a car shop were too many to count. But I’m glad you kept me sane.

Thank you for being there during hard times.

Every time something tragic happened, I was always with you. When Scott passed away, you took me to play with puppies, forced me to eat, and made sure I was fine. When my brakes went out, and we got stranded in Salina, you helped me calm down. Ya killed it.

Thank you for picking me up off the bathroom floor when College Algebra got the best of me. *heavy tears inserted here* (Sorry Mom) (I'm so bad at math)

Thank you for visiting me at work nearly every day.

Man, Chick Fil A took all of our shocker dollars. But I looked forward to hearing everything that had happened in the two hours we’d been apart. Plus, you kept me motivated on whatever daunting project I was attempting to kill.

Thank you for lending your family.

I’m always excited to see your family at Kappa events! I love that they step in for my family since they can’t attend. And for inviting me to holiday’s.

Thank you for giving me things to tweet about.

#LifeWithTimory has become quite the story on my social media. From disturbing snapchats, black mail worthy photos, and stupid quotes, you are hilarious.

Thank you for being my sister, my best friend, and partner in crime.

Going to every Greek event, Kappa meeting, dinner, everything. And planning our outfits in advance. (More like me picking out yours) (NO you can’t wear sweats)

And last but not least, thank you for not letting distance be a problem.

Even with 1500 miles between us, you still call me to fill me in while I’m gone, and ask for my help printing in the library.

I love and miss ya Timory Hills. See ya Oct. 8^th.