A little reflection:
My freshman year of college I lived with my best friend Andi. People tell you not to live with your best friend and we found out why, for sure. We had lots of ups and downs that year, but I have nothing but great memories of all our crazy antics. Like when we had a Viking funeral for her fish, or the crazy surprise party she threw for my 19th birthday. OH! Or the time our building caught fire and we sat outside all night and the week we only left our room for food and watched every episode of Sex and the City. We always made a point to eat dinner with each other and made so many new friends together, regardless of the awkwardness of dorm living. This was the first time either of us had ever lived away from our parents and we had such a blast.
|This is from Andi's birthday... she dressed as a zombie most of the day/night|
|This is one of the only other ones I have from our dorm (damn external hard drive crash!) we rented a wheel chair for a week and rolled each other around campus haha|
|A night at the Pub|
|Our shabby little "Christmas Card" photos haha|
|That's Sir Fierce... the stuffed tiger who lived in our home.|
|LOVE these girls :) and that they loved to dance as much as me.|
|This is from our Cosby party.|
|This is an awful picture of me, but it's a pretty good glimpse of what Katelyn and I did while Keith was away haha|
That being said... living with my husband is seriously the best. It's like a best friend and a roommate all rolled into one and we always discuss everything, so there's none of that passive aggressive "I'm secretly mad at you, but won't say it" garbage haha. But maybe we could watch more Disney movies together though? And have more dance parties? Please!