As I prepared for a recent getaway with friends, I found myself whispering, “Am I forgetting something?” in my home. It felt oddly simple packing just for myself, devoid of the usual chaos that comes with loading up for a family trip. There were no diapers or tiny shoes to consider—just my suitcase, filled solely with my belongings.
Nearly two decades ago, I met two of my college roommates, Mia and Tara, at a university in Pennsylvania. Mia was my randomly assigned roommate during our freshman year in an all-girls dorm, while Tara lived nearby. Despite the chance circumstances, we quickly bonded and ended up sharing a space for the latter half of our college journey.
From the outset, we made a pact to always prioritize our time together, no matter what life threw our way. And we’ve kept that promise for nineteen years and counting. These gatherings are more than just casual meet-ups; they offer us a chance to step away from our roles as mothers and reconnect with the versions of ourselves we remember. Though we didn’t have biological sisters growing up, we’ve formed a sisterhood that transcends blood ties.
Now, spread across New York, Pennsylvania, and Florida, we find a way to reunite at least once a year. It was easier to coordinate during life milestones like weddings and baby showers, but as time goes on, the logistics become more challenging. Yet, when we finally manage to get together, it feels as if we could take on the world.
When we’re reunited, laughter fills the air. There are no laundry piles to weigh us down, and the cries of children fade into the background. This is not just a friendship; it is a lifeline. We lift each other up, especially during the tough times. Our group chat is a source of endless humor, rivaling even the best sitcoms. We don’t judge each other’s choices as mothers; we support each other unconditionally.
They were there for me during my darkest hour—when my mother passed away, they traveled from afar, showing up on my doorstep with unwavering support, simply asking, “What do you need?” They were my comfort during that painful time, reminding me of the strength of our bond.
Perhaps the universe brought us together because of how well we complement each other. We share stories in our comfy sweats, dive into life’s juicy gossip, and confront the challenges we face. Together, we celebrate our past selves while honoring the women and mothers we’ve become. We allow our former selves to shine, if only for a few days, before returning to our everyday realities.
This sisterhood is essential—these women are not just friends; they are my chosen family. As I zipped up my suitcase for yet another adventure, I realized, “Am I forgetting something?” Not a chance.
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Summary
The bond formed between college roommates often evolves into a sisterhood that transcends time and distance. This article reflects on the importance of maintaining these connections through laughter, support, and shared experiences. The author emphasizes how these friendships provide a necessary respite from the demands of motherhood and celebrate the women they have become.