The college roommate gods were good to me. My freshmen year I found myself sharing a room with a pretty girl who owned more earrings than anyone else I know (and my mom owns a lot).
Then, two years later, I walked up a crooked staircase (in a crooked house) to find the same sweet girl was to be my roommate in Oxford.
Within the first day there, Hiyabel brought another friend into our room who chattered non-stop in the prettiest Spanish accent you've ever heard.
And now, a year after college, these are the girls I can't wait to see when we're all in town. We make plans to travel the world together, find Laura her prince, and pick up right where we left off.