My Love for my Sorority Sisters

One of my favorite aspects of being in a sorority are the family trees.  There are several "clans" or families and I consider the people in them to be some of my closest friends.  Our family trees hold us together, mentor us, bring us through the challenges that becoming an adult presents to us, and are just there to be real.  My Big, also named Kim, is one of the most uplifting people that I know.  She is fun, silly, genuine, compassionate and endearing.  She was there to guide me through heartbreaks and successes.  She's my sorority momma and I love her dearly.  Being a freshman in college is such an exciting adventure.  Everything is new, fresh, and opportunities are consistently at your feet.  I absolutely love everything about her, especially the phone calls and messages sent after we've completed our college careers.

When it was time to become a sorority momma, I had three littles: Brooke, Angie, and Erica.  Brooke ended up going different ways than sorority life but we still kept in touch.  Angie and Erica are absolutely phenomenal young women.  They do so much already and contribute so much to Theta.  They definitely make me so proud.  The one thing I regret about college is that I was involved so much in everything that I couldn't spend more time with them.  These ladies held me up probably far more than I did for them.  They have always been awesome, mature, and some of my best-friends.  They too, have Littles, of their own.

Now there are two ladies on this tree that aren't part of my direct family branch but like the others are some of my best-friends.  Ann is so fricken hilarious.  She kept me sane when I was a House Fellow and when my husband was deployed.  She's so genuine and sticks to her convictions.  From a young age she has always had to be an adult, something that I could always relate to and it was just something we bonded over.  Similarly, Jen has been one of my best-friends since we were little kids.  We grew up together, swam together, went to school together and even joined the same sorority.  She is one kick-ass lady.

From these ladies I learned true compassion and caring.  I'll admit that I haven't kept in touch with many ladies from my sorority, but surprisingly enough, I've cultivated relationships with many of the younger members.  I would love to go back to Madison and meet the new Thetas.  There is so much that Theta has taught me and helped me through the years.  We spent so many nights in the lounge snacking and watching chick flicks.  I remember getting ready on Friday nights in the shared bathrooms with music floating through the halls.  I love my roommates and floormates.  They were there when I was so excited about my upcoming date with a really cute Marine, who would eventually become my husband.  We had snowball fights and themed socials together, as well as good cries and shared meals.  I definitely miss all of these beautiful ladies and wish them the best!

 

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There's No Place Like Home

ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling

I check my computer as I'm mastering making lasagna, plus oreo-stuffed chocolate chip cookies and realize that it's one of my sorority Littles, Angie, and Ann, the adopted Little.

(my other Little, Erica, is doing it up big in Disney World as part of the Disney College Program).

There are their gorgeous faces and what are they doing?

Of course...BAKING!

Pinterest strikes again!

We talked for over 2 hours and just had a blast.

We celebrated that Angie was finally done with O-Chem (hallelujah)

and was keeping Ann company through the use of baked goods and adult beverages.

good times all around

I miss back home so much.

"Back home" for me is Kenosha and Madison, Wisconsin.

I miss the gorgeous Terrace with the sunburst chairs.

I miss walking down Langdon Street and seeing familiar faces.

I miss my sorority sisters and how goofy they can be.

My husband was shocked at how much time we spent Skyping but I found it to be amazingly therapeutic.

As my search for an apartment or housing complex continues, it just buries me further into stress.

I have called probably 30 numbers and I'm not exaggerating.

It definitely doesn't help that my orders aren't telling where I'm going post-training or what my unit is or anything.

My husband, despite his good intentions, tends to make situations really stressful.

He's already tired when he gets home from work and the thought of having to send our dog back home to Wisconsin for 5+ months makes the situation worse.

I won't give up, not yet!

I'm bound and determined to continue searching, calling and filling out applications.

I don't want to ask for too much, but it really shouldn't be this difficult for military members to find housing. It just shouldn't.

But enough about that, let's talk about how awesome my sorority family is and why I love them.

Ann, Angie, Erica, Maria, and Taylor embody everything that I love about people.

They are caring, funny, hilarious (yes, there's a difference in this case), compassionate (now I'm just using synonyms), and just awesome people.

They remind me about everything I stand for and why I love the human spirit.

We laughed, we talked, we sang, we danced (all via Skype)

and for the first time, in a long time, I wish I could play along with them

as they were playing the Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter drinking game.

Love you gals =]