The thought of possibly having 100+ sisters freaked me out when I was going through recruitment. Sure, these women would become my close friends, but calling them my “sisters” seemed a little overboard. I get it now.
Sisterhood is not all glitter-throwing, candid pictures and braiding each other’s hair like all our pictures perceive it to be. We drive each other crazy sometimes, and we all need a few minutes on our own to be able to breathe every once in a while. Sisterhood is messy, it’s weird and it gets complicated. Sisterhood is a lot.
But most importantly, sisterhood is learning to put up with everyone’s imperfections because they put up with yours. Not only do they deal with everything that makes you human, they accept you and have your back regardless of it all.
People will snore and keep you awake when you have an early morning the next day. Somebody is bound to eat the last macaroni and cheese when that was all you wanted to come home to. You might not make it in the best group pictures of the night, and you might not feel like going out when everyone else is screaming from excitement. You are bound to roll your eyes at someone once or twice...or a lot, but that’s all alright. You learn to deal with it and accept you sisters anyway.
The person who left their greasy pizza box and ranch on your floor is the same person who will pick you up from class when the busses leaves you stranded in the cold. The girl who takes a little too long to return something to you is the same one that will let you vent to them for hours. Your roommates will drive you up a wall and there will be days you need some time alone, but the best part is when you come back and they are there to welcome you with open arms.
The women I live with remind me every single day that there is more to life than just myself. They are my support system away from home- my crazy, obnoxious, fantastic support system.
Somehow in the past year, the women I live with have become my sisters, and while it's still weird, it's the good kind of weird. I’m an only child and the closest thing I ever had to a sister was my dad making fun of me. Now I get to have 100+ sisters make fun of me constantly, and I have never laughed harder.
