I didn’t think I knew my roommates so well. Didn’t think I had a thing in common with them. Turns out I couldn’t have been more wrong. Though our stories are vastly different, we all longed for the same thing—to belong—all the while figuring out who we were, trying to prove ourselves and win the affection of the women who would help us figure it all out. We may not have had the friendships we do now, but I have zero doubts crossing paths the way we did was a coincidence. Our stories stemmed from the same place, intertwined, and wouldn’t be what they are if it weren’t for each other.
