Not ready to live on my own…

So yesterday I had a harsh realization… In a few months I might be living on my own.

I’m a senior and I have four weeks of undergraduate classes left – ever. I’ve spent four years of my life on the Christopher Newport campus making friends, studying, going to events, giving presentations and living with my roommate. My roommate and I met because we lived in the same hall freshman year and since then we’ve lived together for three years in a row. She’s my best friend, my confidant, my person. She knows me better than I know myself. We have gotten to the point where she can take one look at me and instantly know my mood and what’s on my mind. We have had some of the most amazing times together. We have basically watched each other grow into young adults. Some of my favorite memories are of running into each other in the kitchen and both saying we had to go to bed but three hours later we found ourselves sitting on the floor laughing, still talking with a tub of ice cream. We joke that we are basically an old married couple at this point.

The other day I realized that our era is coming to an end and it basically slapped me in the face. I am fortunate enough to have a job lined up after graduation but I have not received my placement yet so when it comes to looking for apartments or attempting to find roommates at this point of the year I’m at a disadvantage. If I do end up living with a roommate I’m going to have to get to know them and begin the process of figuring each other out all over again. They won’t know which of my clothes don’t go in the dryer, they won’t know my favorite shows, they won’t know to wake me up for late night CookOut runs (please, please let there be a CookOut near where ever my future home is), they won’t know that when I’m still asleep at 3 p.m. on a Saturday I’m not dead, I’m just recharging, they just won’t know. I know that whoever I live with might also turn into one of my best friends and it might be a great experience, but it’s that fact that I have to leave this behind that is making me really nervous, nostalgic and maybe just a little sad.

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