Throughout my college years, I lived with six different sisters, all of various ages. The first one and I rushed together, actually, and wound up in the same sorority, a stroke of luck I am still thankful for.
Three of the six are still some of the best friends I have ever had, two I lived with for three years in a row, four of them were descending branches in my family tree. We were from all over the state and all walks of life, bound together by our love for our letters and each other; when you’re in a Greek system, it truly doesn’t matter where you’re from. It matters who you are. This was the reason that, even though most of them were younger than me or in different pledge classes, we still always maintained a close bond.