Dear ADPi Floor,

Well, this is it. I have packed up all the massive amounts of crap that has accumulated in your halls for the past few years and I am officially moved out. I'm not sure if I'm still a little bitter that Pennsylvania still follows that whole "brothel" law and doesn't allow sorority houses, but none the less, you were a floor of a dorm my sisters and I were able to call home for both my sophomore and junior year. Yes, it was annoying being 21 years old and still having to answer to an RA (shoutout to Bertha: much love, girl), yes the dining hall food has become almost unbearably overdone, and yes I'm a little sick of not having a living room couch to hang out on. But I wanted to thank you.

Thank you for making my first sorority living experience complete. The ADPi floor for over a decade was second floor of Hibbs Hall. I remember the tacky beach-theme painting on the walls, the wooded doors that you had to shake a little bit to get to lock, and the cockroaches in the bathroom, but dammit, you were home. There was nothing like a Thursday night on the Hibbs floor. Music would blast from EVERY room, and doors would be wide open, welcoming visitors at all times. Girl would be flying in and out of the hallways trying on clothes and screaming down the hall asking if they could borrow just one more thing. On Sundays, there was the beautiful sound of agony at our hangovers and laughter of the stories of the night before, as we all cuddled up on each other's rugs and XL Twin sized beds. My pledge class was only able to experience you for one semester, because you then went under construction and we were moved into a brand new building. As we've been saying for the past year and a half: "RIP Hibbs."

Thank you Cross Hall for becoming the new home of ADPi, and for letting us make the first of a million memories in your brand-spanking new halls. It sucks that we had to leave the history of our sisterhood behind in Hibbs, but you gave us the luxury of a brand new building with five private bathrooms sans cockroaches...so we really weren't all that bummed after all. Yes, now the bedroom doors were so heavy they had to be closed at all times, and yes it may have taken three months to navigate the twists and turns of the basement, but it had finally become home to me.

But most of all, I want to thank my sisters. Without every single one of you, my experiences on the ADPi Floors would not have been as amazing and life-changing as they have been. I cannot thank you enough for being a part of my life and for being a part of a sisterhood I will love for eternity. I'm thankful for all the highs, and even for some of the lows. Through all the emotional "open forum" meetings when the drama got to be a little much, the 3am screaming down the halls when someone got too drunk on a Monday, and arguing over what color to paint the TV wall in the suite, these were the lows that made us stronger. They made us better people, and made us live for our massive cuddle sessions in the suite, bonding at 2 a.m. the night before Preference Round of recruitment when we learned just how annoying it is to try to hang things from the ceiling, and placing mass-orders of XL Pokey Stix during finals week just for the hell of it. These are the memories and experiences that have made me, and I love you all for that.

Now it's time for me to become a big girl, and move into the senior apartments. I'm going to have to learn how to cook, how to scrape for quarters to do my laundry instead of swiping for Lion Cash, and how to decorate not just a bedroom but an entire apartment. It's all so exciting, and maybe just a little scary, but it's definitely time to move on and end this chapter of my life living on "the floor." To all the younger girls, if 3rd floor Cross ever becomes too much and you need a place to escape, a real kitchen to cook in, or somewhere to host a 21st birthday party, you know who to call.

So for one last time, this goes out to Hibbs and Cross Halls. It's been one hell of a ride.