I've been lucky to have a string of incredible roommates throughout college, and let me tell you, there is nothing in the world quite like roommate bonding (except for realizing that your friend is suddenly your best friend, that's great too!). Sometimes it takes effort, sometimes it's natural, gradual, discrete or immediate; sometimes you're already friends but still need to go to the next level. Maybe other people have more uniform relationships with different roommates, but mine have all been pretty different. I think the best kind of story is one of friendship, and the unique experience of living with someone--being with them during exciting times, seeing them at their worst, knowing their schedule almost like it's yours, discovering quirks, dealing with bugs, describing dreams--can form some of the deepest friendship bonds I've known.
I have been incredibly lucky to live with some of my best friends, both during the academic year and during the summer sessions in Williamsburg. Summer roommates are fantastic because schedules are chill, late nights are possible and cooking adventures abound. With so few people around campus, it's great to have someone who you can rely on to force you into some minimal social interaction (even if that's just watching TLC together). And because it's for such a short time, it's easy to live with friends; habits can remain quirks instead of developing into peeves.
My roommate for the past two years is one of my favorite people...and one of my favorite stories. We lived on the same freshman hall and decided quickly after meeting each other that we were compatible and would make great roommates. Throughout the year we didn't spend much time together, yet somehow ended up signing up to live in a suite with a pair of roommates from our hall who we each knew better than we knew each other. The first semester was kind of awkward. We talked some, mostly about economics and APO, which we were both joining. We watched a lot of tv separately and didn't interact much, but we didn't have any complaints with each other. At this point I don't remember what it was that pushed us over the edge--what made us friends rather than just cohabitants--but we both agreed that we had a weird first semester together. After we mutually noted the awkwardness, it went away. We've had a lot of bonding times since then, helped a lot by living in a normal double rather than a suite the following year when we realized how great we were at being roommates (not to brag or anything). Between having economist brains, loving dresses and loving great television, I'm super sad to not live with her again but am so grateful for her friendship--which would, let's face it, be nonexistent if we hadn't had great late night conversations.
But, on the plus side, next year I get to share an apartment with three great girls and am so excited to see how our friendships develop. (Disclaimer: my future roomie is already my other half.) And in the meantime I get to live with another friend over the summer! We've already dealt with a cockroach corpse and I'm sure have much more bonding to accomplish before August rolls around. :)
On top of great relationships, I've learned so many life lessons from striving to be a great roommate, from what is uncompromiseble to how rewarding it is to sacrifice my time for the benefit of someone else...and also that it's important to eat fruit, call your parents, read, go to the gym, confront conflict, keep someone's trust, listen intently, live purposefully, sleep occasionally and just take out the trash if it bothers you so much.