Dear Roomate,
Your love and honesty helps us learn every day how to be a better person. Your smile and attitude teach us grace and give us the wisdom to understand life’s little lessons.
You don’t let us wallow in our tears and you don’t judge when we just need to cry like babies.
You don’t gag when we cook meatloaf at the same time that you are preparing your vegetarian meal, and you don’t giggle when all we eat for dinner is an entire box of Annie’s mac and cheese and a handful of Girl Scout cookies.
You pitch in when we are overcome by our OCD cleaning habits, Windex in hand you wipe away those frantic feelings of disorder.
You encourage us to try new things, from hiking through 3 foot tall snow banks to forcing us to choke down curry, tofu and any other strange food you swear you can’t live without.
You are our mother, our sister, our therapist and personal trainer. You snuggle in bed and play footsie when our significant other is far away and you play with our hair when we’ve just had a bad day.
On behalf of everyone who has ever had a roommate who was really more like family, thank you for being you. Thank you for showing us how frozen yogurt can make all of your cares disappear, and thank you for falling prey to our ridiculous obsession with reality tv.
Thank you for always being there for us, with all you to, our apartment truly is va bene.
(PS- You know who you are!)
Ciao
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