Roommate.

I am amazed at the "magic" of the roommate selection process and how well it works out (well, at least for me). Two totally random people are paired together to share the next school year and somewhere along the way they become friends, study partners, each others' comedians, and, most importantly, family members.

Of course, not all roommates bond smoothly. There are those horror stories of late night scream fests, dirty dishes thrown on beds, toothbrushes in the toilet, and the nudist roommate.

Thankfully, I don't encounter any of that (besides a messy kitchen once in a while and even that isn't bad). My roommate is actually pretty great. She even got a bell for me so that she can hear me everywhere I go. ;)

My roommate: makes me laugh when I want to cry, hates uncooperative hair as much as I do (it literally makes her hate her life), likes the same music as me, is a deep sleeper, talks me out of dropping out, listens to my lame stories, is from the East Coast, wears the same size shoe as me, and most importantly dances late at night with me (and cries when the alarm goes off the next morning with me as well).

Our similarities and fun adventures are everyday proof to me that there is a loving and mindful Heavenly Father who watches out for me even regarding the smallest thing - such as a wonderful roommate to help me get through my first year of college.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my fabulous roommate Laura. I am positive that many of my adventures will include this little lady. After all, she is usually the one who makes them memorable.


Xoxo