In the world of REO, it is sometimes the luck of the draw as to who you might be working with in your respective hall. While I'm sure there's more to a method of it that I will ever be aware of on the student leader side of things, I believe it was faith that I be paired up with Alex Bigelow as my co this year.
I met her in an Acting class the previous year. She was a kind and quiet girl who sat on the other side of the room. Who knew that from sitting at that distance we had some much to discover we had in common. In a short amount of time, we became known as co-goals and while the title might have felt nice to be known for, it was the connection I felt with her when our friendship flourished together.
It was simple afternoons spent watching Parks and Recreation or Making It or Jane the Virgin in the common room with food and large horchatas. It was delicious evenings at my Italian Restaurant, that became ours, the one and only Piacere Mio in San Diego. It was breakfast for dinner, how Leslie Knope would be proud, yet unfortunately Broken Yolk brought that to an end changing the hours. There was never any better person to split pancake and waffles with. It was random hikes on the weekend. It was racing down the stairs all the way from the 7th floor. It was honoring our self chosen collateral to inform everyone of "Polo Tuesday." It was making bulletin boards for hours together, making sure to add each and every little detail to the board to make sure it was both eye catching and informative. We never failed to strive to uphold our reputation of best boards in the building. It's conversations about Disney, always conversations about Disney because how could it not come up when we share the deep love of Disney, well and musicals and tv shows and vegetarian problems and pesto and anything that arises. It's getting to live 4 doors down from someone who is a dearest best friend.
My favorite moment, or one of them I should say, started as a lonely and sad evening. I had been in my room for quite some time having one of the most terrible days possible. There were a lot of tears, and I could not control myself from stopping the sadness. I wasn't even supposed to be in San Diego at the time, but my flight had got cancelled and well... it ruined a lot. I sent Alex a text simply asking "are you in the building?" to which she informed me she was on her way back, I asked her to come to my room. Within a few minutes, Alex came running into my room and I fell sobbing into her arms. She knew, and I couldn't even comprehend how she knew. We sat there in silence. Well loose silence, if you could excuse the disturbing sound of my intense crying. I knew in that moment that Alex was there for me. It was a fact I knew all along, but in that moment I felt beyond comforted by the bond I had connected with this amazing individual. We sat in there and she listened to me vent about how spicy my fried rice was and watched me struggle to eat it. She sat with me for hours and just being there meant more than anything could have. Alex was here for anything, even the craziness, even the sad.
While no post could nearly wrap up my appreciation and love for Alex, I must thank REO for introducing me to a friend I am, again, endlessly grateful for. It gave us a reason for our paths to cross and while it saddens me to be without her in the year to come, I know the friendship is never done.
Can't wait to meet again in the park that helped us first bond, maybe even the 8th wonder of the world.
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