Upon arriving back at college, there were a few things I forgot.

I forgot the small things like printer ink, scissors, a calculator.

I forgot that not everyone will say hi to you when you say hi to them.

I forgot how much I would miss my bed and my shower.

But what I totally forgot to realize when I got here and felt alone was that my sorority home was there for me. It welcomed me with its tall pearly white pillars, light blue walls and hardwood flooring. The full hallways boomed with activity.

The instant I walked in I was reminded of how much I loved being there. I remembered how comfy the couches were and how easy it was to pass out for hours on them. I was greeted with smiles and warm hugs. I threw my worries out the door and found comfort and laughter with sisters while telling stories about our summers. I was reminded that I am part of something greater than myself that goes beyond this beautiful house into my community.

Never again will I forget that I have this privilege.

Never again will I forget that I have this home away from home.