Well let’s see. What can I say about these past few months with you? Let’s travel back to the beginning when I found out that you were going to be my roommate. I was on vacation in California and my mom kept asking me again and again “who’s your roommate who’s your roommate?!” But of course, you know my mother now so that type of thing is expected. I was nervous to check my email and see who it was going to be because meeting new people scared the living daylights out of me. I’m so shy so getting used to a new person, especially a person that I had to live with, was scary to me. When I opened the email I skipped all of the housing information and went straight to “Roommate” and next to it I saw “Cummings, Alicia”. Honestly I don’t get why they couldn’t just do first name first and last name last but whatever.
My first instinct was to creep on you on every social media website, not only to see what you looked like, but also to get an idea of who you were as a person. I was struggling really hard though. You barely used Facebook at the time so the only pictures you had up were your graduation pictures and there were multiple people in each picture so I didn’t know which one you were. For Twitter you didn’t have your full name in either your name or your username so that was just a no. But for Instagram I finally had success! (Thank you for not having it private). As I was scrolling through each picture I finally saw what you looked like and thought to myself “Oh okay, she looks normal.” (You’re nowhere near normal btw). But I wouldn’t know who you were as a person until I started texting you. But that was the thing. I was so nervous to email you and ask for your phone number. I wanted to wait to see if you would email me first to ask for my number but two weeks went by and still nothing. So I took it upon myself to email you and start the conversation (thanks for that by the way).
It was definitely awkward texting you in the beginning because not only were we new to each other, but we had to text to try and build our friendship and also talk about what to bring for our room. That wasn’t so bad at all. But the real awkwardness came when it was Move-In Day. The morning of we were texting updating each other on the status of our whereabouts. You got there first and I wasn’t too far behind. I will never forget out awkward first encounter. You were hanging up your pictures on the wall when I walked in carrying a whole bunch of stuff and I said “Hi it’s nice to meet you!” and you just looked at me and didn’t say anything which was really funny. I remember my cousin saying “well that was awkward” and I said “yeah but it’s ok she’s just nervous.” I could definitely tell you were nervous because of the lack of eye contact and speaking. To you, I probably didn’t seem as nervous because I was loud and bubbly and kept talking but that was only because my family was there. They made me comfortable. But when everyone left, my family and yours, the true awkwardness started to set in. The prolonged amount of silence was weird as anything. It would be so funny when one of us would go somewhere and not tell the other where we’re going but still text as if everything was normal. Changing in the room was also an interesting time. Talking to each other still wasn’t a thing yet so when the other person would change we’d just go in the corner and not say anything and hope for the best!
Since we’re both shy, making friends was so hard so we would do everything together no matter how awkward it was. As we continued to do everything together, that’s when the awkwardness started to disappear. And as soon as you called me an idiot it made me really happy because I knew we were finally getting comfortable with each other. Not only are you pretty much my only friend here in college, but you’re my college best friend.
When the first semester of college came to a close, I realized that I didn’t like my experience at the college and wanted to transfer. I will never forget when I told you that I’m transferring and you made a list of pros and cons of transferring. The pros, of course, were nothing and the cons were not having you there with me. The cons I could agree with because you’re making my college experience more fun that I thought it was going to be. And every time I bring up anything having to do with me transferring you get all sad and tell me to shut up (which makes me laugh). We have about two months left of the semester, which means three months left of living together and constantly being in each others presence. I’m going to miss you being there everywhere I look, I’m going to miss you making me laugh because of the funny stuff you say, I’m going to miss doing everything together, I’m going to miss our dumb conversations, I’m going to miss living with you, but basically, I’m just going to miss you. We’re obviously not going to stop talking to each other. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ll come to visit you every chance I get and vice versa. Sophomore year is going to be a struggle without you but we’ll make it through! Don’t worry I’m definitely coming to your lacrosse games next year. Wouldn’t miss it for the world!
