This is a photo of the porch of my Fraternity Home. I’ve met about 90% of my friends at college on this porch and I’ve spent countless hours with those same people here.
This is the living room where, if I ever find myself bored, if I sit down for about twenty minutes, somebody will come along with a side quest for me to do.
Here is our basement, mostly used for our parties, but I don’t really enjoy parties very much, so to me this place is connected with spending time with my friends late at night.
This is my room, a quiet pocket in the chaos of the house that I’m lucky to call my own.
My fraternity home is nothing flashy or impressive; to be quite frank, it’s old, crumbling, and a little dirty despite our best efforts, but I’m honored to call it home and my friends my family. Due to an incredibly strange coincidence, I found myself here, and I’m not sure I would have stayed at UMaine without it. It’s the home of my college experience, and if I ever end up having kids, just about every story I tell them will stem from my home here.
