The college roommate gods were good to me. My freshmen year I found myself sharing a room with a pretty girl who owned more earrings than anyone else I know (and my mom owns a lot).
Then, two years later, I walked up a crooked staircase (in a crooked house) to find the same sweet girl was to be my roommate in Oxford.
Within the first day there, Hiyabel brought another friend into our room who chattered non-stop in the prettiest Spanish accent you've ever heard.
And now, a year after college, these are the girls I can't wait to see when we're all in town. We make plans to travel the world together, find Laura her prince, and pick up right where we left off.
Aweeeeeeee!!!!! I'm in the library reading this and can't stop grinning!!! I'm in *love* with this post! I'm so happy we still get to see each other!!! tanti baci <3 <3
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