I chose to go to my current school for many reasons, one of the most important was that I didn't know basically anyone going here. I even had my roommate chosen for me. Thinking back on it, that was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. She is one of the best and most real people I have ever met.
I hoped with all my might that I didn't get a bitch as a roommate, and I didn't. Although we call each other "bitch" and "whore" it's not meant in a harmful way. When I first met her a couple of months before we moved in, I thought she was really cool and I would get along fine with her. I remember coming home from the lunch and telling my little sister, "Jessie, my roommate is just like me." I didn't know how right I was. It's crazy to think that I could have such a meaningful relationship with someone who was a stranger to me a year ago. I feel like I have known her for so long, yet it has been less than 9 months ago. This may sound really cliche and stupid, but I feel as if I gained somewhat of a sister. She knows more about me than most of my family does. I feel that I can tell her whatever I want, but due to my attitude about sharing my feelings I don't. There are very few people in my life that I can actually count on; she is one of those people.
I sometimes feel that this is just too good to be true, that our friendship will deteriorate at some point. I'm going to try my hardest to make this a lasting thing. So far, the outlook seems pretty good; we are for sure living together in an apartment next year. I think that during that experience we will grow closer. At least, I can hope we will.
I've heard so many horror stories about terrible roommates and I am truly lucky to have such a wonderful roommate. I would not trade her for any other.
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