Whenever the holidays come around, my family gathers around the dinner table to talk about what’s happened and what’s to come. Every year I always envied my cousin’s wife when she told stories of her sorority and especially of her time living in their house.
After I made up my mind to go through recruitment, and later run for a council position within my sorority, I was faced with the reality of having to move into our house. Ever since I could remember all I wanted was to be a part of something bigger than myself, and more importantly to have a support system that never stopped accepting me.
After coming back from winter break I packed up my old room and shuffled across campus with an embarrassingly large amount of things. I settled into my room, and after a few days the house began to finally feel like home.
Although living in a house with a group of girls can be a big adjustment, having some of your best friends just around the corner, or a floor up, is a wonderful comfort. Even though you have to label everything you don’t want others to eat, and harass people to clean up after themselves, the positives outweigh the negatives by a million.
This experience is something I would recommend to everyone and anyone who has the opportunity to have it, because it’ll never come around again.
Just recently we were all snowed in due to Jonas, and we spent the weekend watching Harry Potter and baking far more than we could eat. I spend hours laying on the couch, simply talking with friends and singing the Gilmore Girls theme song at the top of my lungs. I laughed (sometimes until I cried) and created memories that I’ll have for a lifetime.
Living in a sorority house can be daunting for people, and it's definitely different than a normal “dorm” college experience. Yet when I walk through our front door, I feel like I’m coming home. I know no matter what I go through during the day, I have a safe haven to come home to.
You may lose some of your personal space, but it makes up for it when you get lonely in your room and come downstairs to find everyone in the common room.
Yes, the drama is definitely inevitable and adds an extra layer to living in the house. But that comes when you stick a bunch of girls into a house, who are each going through their own trials and tribulations. But at the end of the day, nothing is too big to not overcome. Every single one of us is here because we want to, and at the end that trumps any petty fight we may have over spilled milk—or a messy bathroom.
Ever since I could grasp what it meant to be in a sorority, and live in its “house,” I knew it was exactly what I wanted out of my college experience. Now that I am currently living that out, I wouldn’t change a thing. Living with your best friends, and having them there at the end of a rough day—or simply when you want to make double chocolate chip brownies, or need help with an assignment—beats anything and everything else. So if you’re thinking about it, take the risk and move in, because who doesn’t like a slumber party that never ends?
