Sophomore year, my friends Polka Dot (right), Granola (left), and I arranged to live together. It is rather unusual for sophomores to live in a triple, but we made it work quite well. We were almost never all in the room at the same time, but when we were, it was great. One of my favourite study breaks involved a beach ball, Spanish, Italian, and Chinese. The day we parted at the end of the year (I went abroad first semester, Granola and Polka Dot are abroad now), Polka Dot brought us back scones from a place in town, and we had a low-key, wonderful breakfast together. Needless to say, I miss both ladies dearly.
Then, last semester, I lived in London with a flat full of fabulous ladies. The girl on the far left of the photo below (taken in the gardens of Buckingham Palace) was my roommate. (The other girls in the photo lived in my flat too.) Again, we got along well. We bonded immediately over our dietary choices-- she's vegan and I'm vegetarian-- and just kept going from there. The whole flat really was a family, though. My roomate was the oldest daughter, the girl next to her was the twelve-year-old boy, I was the mom, and the girl on the far right was Zee, the baby. (She was the one who didn't know how to cook.) (The Dad of the family didn't come with us to Buckingham Palace.)