As I prepared for a recent getaway with the girls, I found myself muttering, “Am I forgetting something?” It felt oddly straightforward, even mundane, to pack solely for myself. Gone were the days of meticulously checking off a list cluttered with diapers, children’s outfits, and tiny shoes. This suitcase was all mine.
Nineteen years prior, I met two remarkable individuals, Mia and Sarah, during my freshman year at a university in Pennsylvania. Mia was my randomly assigned roommate in an all-girls dorm, while Sarah lived nearby. Despite the odds, we quickly forged a deep bond and eventually shared a home during the latter half of our college years.
We established a pact early on: no matter where life took us, we would make time for each other. Despite the passage of nearly two decades, we’ve upheld this promise, transcending mere friendships. These gatherings allow us to take a breather from our roles as mothers and reconnect with the versions of ourselves we cherish. Though we grew up without biological sisters, we’ve become one another’s chosen family.
Despite our homes being scattered across New York, Pennsylvania, and Florida, we manage to reunite at least once a year. While coordinating our schedules has become increasingly complex, each reunion feels monumental. It’s a reminder that together, we can face any challenge.
When we gather, laughter reigns supreme. The burdens of laundry and child-rearing fade away, granting us a few precious days to embrace life without the weight of motherhood. These women are not just friends; they are my lifeline. They believe in me, even during my darkest hours. Our group chat is a treasure trove of humor, capable of eliciting laughter even from the likes of Seinfeld. We support one another without judgment, regardless of our choices.
They were there for me when I faced unimaginable loss, showing up at my door with unwavering support and asking, “Just tell us what to do.” They are my solace during difficult nights and my motivation on tough mornings.
Perhaps fate brought us together because of how perfectly we complement each other. We reminisce in our cozy sweatpants, sharing life’s secrets and acknowledging its complexities. Together, we celebrate the women we’ve become while honoring the carefree girls we once were. When we depart, we leave behind remnants of our past selves, only to return to our lives, recharged and ready to tackle the challenges of motherhood.
These women are my sisters, my confidantes, and the friends who will always remain in my heart. As I zipped up my suitcase, I realized: “Am I forgetting something?” Absolutely not.
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In summary, my college roommates have become the sisters I never had, providing unwavering support and laughter, even as life becomes more complicated with motherhood.
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