Let me just start off saying that I have had a LOT of roommates. Seven to be exact. Girls are hard to live with, myself included. It's even harder to be friends with your roommate. When the dishes pile up, you get annoyed, and the last thing you want to do is be besties with the perpetrator.
But when you find a good roommate, you know. When you find a great roommate, people will start questioning your sexuality, and you don't even care because you can't imagine doing stuff without your platonic other half.
With that bond comes a great year of memories and many reasons why my roommate was the best thing that happened to me in 2015:
The bat-shit-crazy stuff she says.
If I had a dollar for every time I laughed at something crazy my roommate said, I would be a gazillionaire. Whether she's trying to cheer me up, annoy me, or just having a conversation, my roommate says some of the craziest stuff I've ever heard. Some of my faves...
"Awkward... the romantic music is coming on and I'm over here like I just want another hot dog."
"Awkward... the romantic music is coming on and I'm over here like I just want another hot dog."
"Can you listen to me in the eyes please?"
"Peace out butter scout."
"If I would have stayed home tonight, I just would have eaten jalapeno dip. What?! At least I'm honest..."
Sending the same guys the same questions on our dating apps.
Sitting next to each other swiping guys left and right. I turn to my roomie and ask if this guy is cute, "Oh I totally just matched with him... Let's send the same message to him and see if he notices..." Hysterical laughter ensues.
Sharing a closet.
AKA Me stealing her clothes. Thanks boo for keeping me stylish.
Obviously the best and most crucial time to hang out is at 2:30am when our Uber driver drops us back at home. Sure, you might be sleeping, but who cares?! It's hang out time!! And don't lie, you love it. Or at least your snapchats followers do because let's be honest, I'm hilarious.
Debating what to say to the guys we're texting.
"No don't say that, it's too forward." "Oh, Oh, say this..." "Ew, don't text him back."
It's nice to have that sounding board.
Crying together.
Well, mostly, me crying. Because you're kind of heartless sometimes. But you are always there to listen to my dramatic sobs, and I appreciate that a LOT. And you know I always have your back when you break down and let those tears sneak out.
Ridiculous Youtube videos.
... That we watch from separate rooms in our apartment. And then hear the other person laughing, so we run into the room and watch it again. Laughter ensues even harder.
Wrestling with life decisions.
To go back to your ex or not to go back to your ex. (Don't go back, obviously....) To switch jobs or not? To chop off your hair or not? To go to the gym or not? I love that we can always have these conversations, even if we judge the crap out of each other for the outcome. I'll only judge you for a little bit. (Cough, your ex, cough.) It's just because we love each other.
Literally wrestling.
Yeah, it happens every once in a while.
The Snapchats.
Documenting our crazy lives is one of the funniest and most accurate things about our friendship. From throwing gummy bears at me at the grocery store, to trying to catch popcorn and cookies in our mouths from across the room, to taking apple cider vinegar shots, to drunk ramblings; Our snapchat friends are able to see little bits of the chaos we create.
The CAR-aoke sessions.
"Hello.... It's Me.... I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet." We belt that ish at the top of our lungs. We get really into these songs. We dance, and almost run off the road with our dance moves. We lose our voices. All for the sake of a good car-karaoke (or CAR-aoke) sesh and it's always a blast.
Having you become my best friend.
The longer we live together, the crazier our adventures get. The more awesome inside jokes we rack up. The more stupid quotes. The crazier near death experiences we have while you are driving. I have never been besties AND good roommates with anyone and I am so thankful to share our crazy little Portland adventure together.
I may have been single for 2015, but I had my roommate, and that might even be better.
Follow our adventures on Instagram #emmieandsarahlove or #myroomieismybestie
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