I didn’t quite know what to expect when I agreed to live with 25 other women in my sorority house. To be honest, I expected girl fights, cattiness and a lot of drama.

However, what I found was so much more than these mere expectations. I found 25 women who are willing to sit on the couch and watch '90s movies with me. I found 25 women who are just as willing to order pizza and cookies on a Monday night, just because. I found 25 women who would drop anything when my emotions got the best of me. I found a house full of women who supply me with endless laughter, support and who have undoubtedly changed my life forever.

I feel I owe each woman who has had the pleasure or displeasure of living with me, a sincere thank you. Thank you for not judging when I have a second helping of dinner. Thank you for opening the door when I forget my house key and ring the doorbell incessantly. Thank you for complimenting me when my makeup is on point, and letting me know when I really should change my outfit. Thank you for being a shoulder to cry on and for telling those really bad jokes when you know I’ve had a bad day. Thank you for listening to me complain, even when you’ve already heard the story six times. Thank you for never letting the house get quiet enough to do any homework. Thank you for accepting me, in my grossest form — you know, when I’m wearing yesterday’s makeup and haven’t washed my hair in three days. Thank you for sharing the best days of my life. Without all of you, this building would be a house that is a little too old and a little too cold to bare.

I think each of you deserve an apology, too. I’m sorry for waking you up because I was laughing too loudly at something in the TV room. I am sorry for taking the last seat on the couch and making you squeeze on the floor. I’m sorry for contributing to how slow the WiFi is. I am sorry for not moving my laundry quickly enough to the dryer, preventing you from wearing your favorite leggings to class. I am sorry for taking Snapchat videos of you when you’re not looking your finest. I am sorry for not stopping you that time you texted someone you shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for begging you to take me to the mall, so I can get the latest beauty product. But mostly, I‘m sorry these days can’t last forever.

"Live in a sorority house," they said. "It’ll be fun," they said. No one said that living in your sorority house would give you the best of friends and the greatest memories, but it certainly has. What drew me in was the novelty of having a chef to cook my meals, a housekeeper to clean my bathroom and the short walk to all my classes. And yes, all of those things are great, but my housemates are what make living in a sorority house the once in a lifetime experience that it is.