I upgraded from one roommate to 38 real quick, and I wouldn’t have it any other way — living in a sorority house is the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s difficult to accurately describe it because it’s an experience unlike any other. I can’t remember the last time I felt alone, wore my own clothes or ran out of idea for what to eat.
One of my favorite parts about living in a sorority house is the history and traditions that come alongside it. A few weeks ago, I was studying in the basement of my house and found a scrapbook with photographs of the sorority from the ’80s: girls in the photos were lining up on the front steps, hanging out in their rooms and standing outside the front door.
Chills went down my spine as I realized that I have photos that are nearly identical to those that were taken over 30 years ago. I recognized then how priceless the sentimental value of living in a sorority house really is.
One of my fellow house members, Amanda Hurwitz, has a special connection to this house because her mother lived here when she was her age.
“Living in the same sorority house that my mom lived in is such a surreal feeling,” Hurwitz said. “My sister and I live here together now; and to think we are going to make lifetime friends, like the ones my mom made in this very house, is unbelievable.”
I can confidently say that I make a new friend every day — I can’t imagine what my college experience would be like without my 38 roommates who double up as my best friends.