Roomaversary

This is a story about how God is smarter than me.

I decided on Baylor in November of my senior year. A "new" friend (at the time), Kendal, was also considering Baylor and asked me to live together should we both wind up in the Wack. I agreed; my mother did not. So, I reluctantly started looking at other roommate options. When the first girl I talked to didn't work out, I, in my wealth of 17-year-old knowledge decided it must be a sign from above that I was meant to room with Kendal. I defiantly told my mother that's what I would do unless someone else fell from the sky. Apparently God saw that as a challenge.

That same day (not kidding), a friend of my mom's stopped her at BSF to tell her about a friend of theirs from her sons' high school whose daughter was planning on going to Baylor in the fall and did I still need a roommate? My mom got the girl's name, but before she even had time to mention it to me, another family friend of ours emailed her to tell her about the same girl. Still reluctant, I Facebook messaged this rando. We submitted our housing preferences with each other as roommates in April, still never having met. God- 1. Me- 0.

I met Taylor for the first time on THIS DAY two years ago. We had lunch at a horrible restaurant- equally miserable for both of us since we share a passion for food and this place didn't even have good bread. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say it was the most awkward meal I've ever sat through. It's a really good thing we didn't base our friendship on that first meeting, let me tell ya.

Moral of the story: sometimes my mother knows what she's talking about.

I think it would be accurate to say that T knows me better than anyone else on God's green earth. She knows what to say to make me laugh and she knows exactly which buttons to press to piss me off. On top of that, she's the only person I've ever met who appreciates Cheez its, desserts, and bread as much as I do. That, my friends, is the mark of deep friendship. The last two years have brought psychos from down the hall, dorm room fires, ER visits, more TV time than I care to admit, and so many more memories without which I'd be a totally different person.

T, who would've thought at stupid Brio where I ate my "one leaf" (quote -you) that we'd be in the midst of such an incredible trip together just 2 years later. Thanks for putting up with me like a pro, for your sarcasm, for sharing snacks, for not complaining about my hair all over the floor, for letting me be Rory the planner to your much more fun and exciting Lorelai, and for rolling your eyes when I say crap like that. I love you a lot, whore.