I packed up my single room, all my own clothes, said goodbye to my three brothers, and moved in with a girl for the very first time. Would she be super dramatic? Would she care how messy I was? Would she need me to do my dishes and my laundry every week? Would everything be pink and emotional and flowery and girly?

She wasn't. In fact, she had only ever lived with her twin brother so we were pretty much in the same boat. We did exactly what we were supposed to do and left our door open. We started learning how to live with girls. Here's what I learned: in the morning, no one gets mad at you for taking a long time to get ready or makes fun of you because you're wearing makeup. They'll actually do one of three things: compliment you on your makeup skills, ask you to help them, or offer to help you, all three of which are amazing. They won't tell you that you look like you're just pretending to be a girl when you wear a dress to class, but they'll probably help you with you accessories or tell you that you look cute. When someone really annoys you, there's always someone around to talk to about it and to be there to agree with you. When you want to snuggle, there's a really comfy bed to jump into in a nice smelling, beautifully decorated room. If you want to talk about boy problems, there's someone who won't get squirmy, yell "Gross!" and run away. There's also probably someone around that is proficient at braiding and straightening hair, which, as someone who does something with their hair about once a year, is extremely useful. And, if you ever are missing your brothers and want someone to scooter/rip-stick around the halls with, they'll probably join you.

Fast-forward two years. I packed up my own small room at home, all my own clothes, said goodbye to my three brothers, and moved in with FIVE girls. Not to mention the other suite of six of our friends down the hall. Four of my five roommates and I lived in the same dorm freshman year. They're not super dramatic (all the time), they're just as messy as I am, if not more, they do dishes and laundry the same amount as I do. All my fears about living with girls are out the window.

I don't like "Grey's Anatomy" or "The Bachelor," but I still come home every week and go down the hall in slippers and a blanket to watch it with everyone. It's nice, when I get tired of my closets, to have a few other closets at my disposal. It's nice to have extra snacks around whenever I run out and can't get to the store.

The nicest thing, though, is to get up on a Saturday morning and have a recap of the night. It's nice to be around friends and know that living with girls doesn't mean that everything is covered in pink ribbons and filled with drama. It does mean a lot of random dance parties, a lot of yelling, a lot of gossip, and a decent amount of really girly movies. I don't really mind - a lot of what I have now is what I always missed out on while I was growing up. I'm actually really excited that I can watch girly movies on the big TV in the living room. It's not scary, it's not cutthroat. Everyone is weird, fun, and good to be around, and it's a good trade off to living with three, sort of smelly boys.