Before I even applied to college, my parents made it known that I needed to "pay my dues" and live in a university housing during my freshman year. As I moved on from living in an outdated dorm to an overpriced apartment, and then to a sorority house filled with more estrogen than oxygen, I've come to appreciate different aspects of each of my "homes". For the sake of time, let me just focus on what I've learned from living in a sorority house that's older than my grandparents, alongside 40 other women, and why I would rather fail out than move anywhere else.

1. Before I get into the nitty gritty stuff, here's a visual of some of us in the vanity on any given day:

2. Ok, now that we're all on the same page, let me begin with a very obvious reason; you basically live at a Bed and Breakfast buffet. What's 10 steps downstairs when there are 10 plates of food waiting on you?

3. When you've combed through closet after closet looking for the right outfit, leaving the house in shambles and your confidence questionable, there's always someone there to gas you up and go out with you.

4. Whether your computer crashes and you lose your 15 page paper, or you just stubbed your toe on a table in the TV room, there's always someone there to cheer you up! Even when you didn't ask for it...

5. Not to mention, there's always someone down the hall ready to talk conspiracy theories with you.

6. But besides there always being a someone there to make you smile and psychoanalyze things with.

Let's also touch on the fact that there's a House Mom! She's been there for me when I've gotten an oil stain on my shirt, a 44 on my Spanish exam, and needed a shoulder to cry on (or ride to the bar). It's basically like still having your mom with you at college, except better...?

7. And if you aren't impressed with what I've said so far, wait until you hear this. There's also a security guard there every night to ensure everyone's safe (and mentally stable after happy hour).

At this point, I might as well call her the in-house psychiatrist, too.

8. By far my favorite part, every night before you go to bed, you get to share a tender moment like this with your roommate.

When I went through formal recruitment, I never intended on spending half of my college career living in a sorority house. But I have to admit, when it's all said and done, I don't know how I'll live anywhere else. Maybe I'm being dramatic, maybe I'm an aspiring House Mom, but there's only one thing for sure...