Ahhh! Roommates. Love them or hate them? I don’t really know. I think it’s a bit of both. (Mostly love- my roommates will see this I love you both.)
I have been fortunate enough to have always had my own room. It also could have been weird growing up and sharing a room with one of my older brothers… I don’t really know how great of a situation that would have been while we were both at the same high school at the same time.
BUT, coming to college I was faced with the predicament of two roommates living in a shoe box. Seriously, my room is so tiny! I guess it’s a San Francisco thing because it is so over populated and finding housing anywhere in the city is such a challenge. I came to college not knowing much about these two people who I have shared so much time with now, and can call them two great friends now.
It has been quite an experience living in such close quarters with three people who couldn’t be more different! We all do have our problems and pet peeves, and that has been a huge thing to get used too. Picking my battles! I try not to get focused on the little things that bother me about my roommates. I also have a tendency to bring up the past in an overly passive aggressive way, and it has been a struggle for me.
Even though we may fight, I wouldn’t have asked for it any other way! I come home to two people who I basically forced to be my friend. Roommates care about you in a way that is singular to the freshman college experience. Nobody has experienced 623 like me and my roommates have.
We yell at each other multiple times a day. I fall on my roommate’s bed or drop things on her more than once every hour. We take each other’s ID cards to the bathroom, and I yell at my roommate every day for it. We cry over the same issues, with finals and the end of the semester coming up. We share moments that I couldn’t have gotten through without my two ladies by my side.
They are the people I will remember when I think of the beginning days of college, and I love them for being able to tolerate me.