During my sophomore year, I was asked to live in a house (for the following school year) with seven other girls. I knew most the girls, but Laura was a stranger to me.
In the big beautiful house we would all be sharing, there was room that had to shared. I didn't know Laura, I didn't want to share a room, but for someone reason, I agreed...and six years later I know that it was God tugging at my heart telling me to suck it up and just share the room with this girl who I knew nothing about.
I think back now to how much I wanted my own room, and how afraid I was to share a room with a total stranger, and I laugh at my insecurities and worries. God definitely had a hand in placing this friendship into my life.
I knew it would all be okay when she agreed that we should paint our walls hot pink and have a flamingo shower curtain in our bathroom.
In addition to sharing a room, we also drank a lot of hot tea, ate a lot of Grandma Utz potato chips (no really, we ate a TON), took a lot of dumb photos, shared a lot of clothes, listened to too many songs on repeat, and we had a lot of political arguments.
You could also find us singing songs from Wicked into our ice cream cones...
Or pretending we were one of the snotty rich girls on The OC.
Or just looking happy and excited on charter busses....
I know she will probably read this and be angry at the pictures I chose to share with the interwebs. Sorry, friend.
I cannot wait to fly out to Illinois and visit her this weekend! Here's hoping that the forecast stays clear and I can safely fly out there for a weekend of fun!