The Best Times You’ll Have With Your College Roommate

You’ll help each other move things. You’ll haul heavy furniture up the stairs and accidentally drop parts and pieces; exhausted you’ll leave the coffee table on the porch and give the couch a final push to flop it over right side up before you collapse onto it, sweating, and crack open some beers. The coffee table will stay out there all night.

You’ll throw parties together — house parties, theme parties, impromptu dance parties. You’ll make dinner together and it’ll be an event, getting your schedules to synch up for one night a week, and it’ll always be something warm and comforting, like chicken tortilla soup or goulash or enchiladas. You’ll go grocery shopping together and split the bill; you’ll front them money when they need it without a thought because you know they’d do the same for you.

You’ll make a beer pong table out of milk crates and a door taken off its hinges; sometimes you’ll play wine pong or whiskey pong when you’ve run out of beer. You’ll play board games in the living room, go out for midnight walks when you’re both restless, you’ll consider getting a dog or cat or both and you’ll do it, or maybe you’ll just compromise and get a houseplant. You’ll take blurry pictures together and put them up on the fridge, ask each other’s opinions about what to wear for a first date or a night out. You’ll meet each other’s girlfriends, boyfriends, parents and one night stands; you’ll see all these people and discuss them in the kitchen the next day.

You’ll stay in and play Super Smash or watch 300 or Golden Girls reruns on a dim snowy weeknight with mugs of tea or Irish coffee or hot cocoa; you’ll pull at the blanket on opposite ends of the couch. You’ll sit with them on the deck, the steps, the roof, passing a 40 back and forth and not talking. You’ll sit there with them under the stars and somehow feel lightened, on the edge of the world with nowhere to go but up. You will have comfortable silence.

You’ll get high together and have conversations that change you, conversations that start small and last accidental hours. You’ll talk to them about things you can’t talk about with your significant other, not even your best friend; you don’t know why but somehow it’s different. You’ll talk about things you can only talk about with someone who’s close to you without being too close.

You’ll take care of each other after fights and debilitating break-ups. You’ll go to the bar with them on a random Tuesday because they’re sad and then you’ll carry each other home, laughing and stumbling the whole way, supporting each other though neither of you can really walk. You’ll lie on the couch together hungover, again on opposite ends, occasionally picking up your phones and alternately getting up for snacks or more Gatorade. Miserable but not alone.

You’ll be there for each other for things. You’ll drive each other to pharmacy, the hospital, the DMV; you’ll knock on their door to check if they’re dying of heartbreak or if they want grilled cheese. You’ll never feel completely alone because you’ll always have someone to talk to, if even for a brief exchange about the electric bill. You’ll feel content and supported knowing that, living in a rickety sh-thole where the oven works only sometimes and it’s 2000 degrees in the summer, with someone who is just as confused and clueless and young as you are, you’ve found a place to call home. TC Mark

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  • Brandon

    such a good article. thanks.

  • Inaas

    that picture looks like the University of Chicago



      • Inaas

        how do you know, bro?

      • Nelly

        Definitely the University of Chicago. Eckhart and Ryerson buildings!

  • interneter

    i f*cking loathed my college roommate

  • Rachel

    Never had a roommate I can say I actually did any of these things with…

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  • Michelle Garcia

    I had a roommate like this…until she decided one day that she hated me — our lease ended, went our separate ways, and never spoke again.

  • Dee (@5DaniDee)

    unless my roommate turns out to be a psycho whom I hate #risingfreshmanproblems

  • Alexis

    Great great great article. I feel like someone wrote this for me and my roommate. Have been for four years. Two different cities. Thank you for making me smile extra bright today and go home and make her tacos, just because.

  • everydaythesunrises

    This is a wonderful article. I’m sending it to my former college roommates – I know they’ll all find multiple truths in it.

  • Guest

    this article perfectly describes my relationship with my roommates… antipasto and chocolate milk at 2 am on a school night,”borrowing” cute tops and the occasional tube of lipstick, mandatory post-bar/hookup debriefs at the dining room table, spontaneous popsicle runs, eventually becoming unfazed when stripping in the middle of the kitchen becomes commonplace… love it.

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    Reblogged this on Fierce & Love.

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    Amazing piece of writing, this is. I though of my old roommate, and I smiled.

  • guest

    I love this. I was hesitant about moving in with my best friend, especially after hearing plenty of horror stories. The first night we moved in, we had an impromptu party with all of our friends. I was hooking up with a guy in my room and she just BURST in. I drunkenly yelled at her for “ruining the mood”, then we spent the next few minutes trying to kill a bug in our shared bathroom, me in my bra and underwear, laughing and getting way too into it. I love moments like that.

  • H

    My college roommate and I had nothing to do with each other. By that I mean that we practically never spoke to each other. We had different social circles; he was in a frat, and I spent alot of time doing sound stuff for a few different orgs. Because of this, we weren’t even in the same room most of the time.

    But we were always considerate of another. If one was going to bed early and the other wasn’t back yet, we’d turn on their desk lamp before turning off the lights. We never played our music any louder than necessary. We would lower the blinds if one of us wanted to sleep in.

    I barely knew the guy, but I’m going to miss living with him.

    • G

      Out of the entire article, H, your words were the most beautiful.

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    Reblogged this on Sooner and the City.

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  • guest

    My roommate is my best friend, and this is exactly how we live together.

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