To Athens and Beyond 2019

            Within these past three weeks at the American College of Greece, I have gotten to know Bridget quite well. When I look back at what I wrote in the first blog post, I might change some of those things now. I’m sure as we travel and spend more time together we will learn even more about each other. It’s been clear we have many similarities but also many differences.             One apparent difference between Bridget and I is our appearances. Bridget stands tall at five feet and nine inches. Meanwhile, I am five feet and one inch and still shorter than my friends when wearing heels. Bridget has medium length dark brunette hair. It’s mostly straight with a bit of volume and sometimes some waves. However, she claims in high school that it was insanely curly. I can definitely see that. But one day it stopped being curly and it hasn’t changed back. She wears her hair pulled back a lot. My hair is on the shorter side. It is brunette with blonde highlights. W

Seven o’clock on the dot, Bridget’s alarm wakes her up. It’s the generic one that if it would go off during the day, the entire room would turn, cringe and yell at you. On the first ring, she turns it off and hops out of bed. Quietly, she slips into gym clothes, throws her hair up, and heads downstairs to the fitness room. She uses the weights and machines as she mouths the lyrics that blast in her airpods. After her workout, she climbs back up the four flights to her room and jumps into the shower.                   Getting ready for class, she’ll either throw on a sundress or shorts and a tank top. Then, she decides between her white sneakers or reliable Birkenstocks. She puts on some makeup, nothing extravagant, just a bit to enhance and cover up. Once she’s ready, she packs her backpack and goes into the kitchen. Bridget pours Greece’s version of Cheerios into a bowl and adds milk. She eats it slowly as her roommate runs around frantically trying to get ready

            There is a girl I have become friends with while studying abroad. Before this trip, I didn’t know her, I only knew of her. It was a friend of a friend situation since her boyfriend is good friends with one of my best friends. Now, she is my roommate. Even though it’s only been a few days, she has already become a friend and someone that I believe I can put my trust in. Her name is Bridget. She has brown eyes and brown hair that hits below her shoulders. It is straight now but she claims it used to be as curly as Shirley Temple’s. She doesn’t have a preference for wearing it up or down and is not someone who needs to blow dry and design it every time it gets wet. She’s not high maintenance, but still cares about her appearance and living space. This is something I appreciate in a roommate.             Bridget is tall and skinny, probably about five feet seven. She has some light freckles, but not a bunch and perfectly straight teeth. Her health and get