The roommate has been selected. Let the texting begin. Quite different from the college days of yesteryear when one didn’t find out who would be sharing living space until move in day. So far the girls seem excited and appear to have a lot in common. Who will bring the frig and who will bring the microwave got cleared up early on. The conversations have progressed naturally from high school, to sports, to boyfriends.
What thrills me is the potential. Will these two who were thrown rather randomly together get along? Will they build memories? Will they be there for each other in times of distress? Will this young woman become a life long friend of my daughter’s? I hope so as I just spent the weekend with my college roommates and friends. From boyfriends, to careers, marriages, children and now the illnesses or deaths of our own parents, we are here for each other. We’ve soothed, counseled, cried and laughed with each other. We’ve grown up together and it’s lovely. I can’t imagine life without them.
Time will tell if this new relationship for my daughter will endure. The anticipation for that first meeting is exciting. The possibilities for the future are profound.