When most people decide where to live, they plan on living there for an entire year. As a junior, I have never spent an entire year of college in the same living quarters, and with only three semesters left, I might never.

Did I make poor roommate decisions? Maybe – some people are just hard to live with.

Am I that person? If I am, I’ll never admit it.

But regardless, I’m not the type of girl who feels like I have to stay in a bad situation. There’s always a way out of everything (especially if I get my mom involved.)

To make a long story short, I went through two roommates my freshman year and ended up in a single dorm room by March of second semester.

I loved living in a single so much that I leased a single apartment for my sophomore year.

Then, I joined a sorority.

After being exposed to sisterhood bonding, I decided that I was tired of spending weeknights studying and watching VH1 re-runs alone, and that I would be much better off living in the house. I subleased my single, and I was assigned to a quad in the house (with three girls who falsely claimed to be neat freaks.)

Going from a single to a quad was awful.

I loved (some of) my roommates, but it was just too cramped and messy for my taste.

For my junior year, I originally planned on living in an apartment with three other girls. After a couple realizations, I decided this may not be the best living situation.

I luckily found someone to sublease for first semester, but I’m still looking for second semester.

I’m crossing my fingers that something works out, and I’ll be able to stay with my current roommate, but it’s only September, and it’s me that we’re talking about here – so who knows what might happen.

Since I’m graduating a semester early, I decided to live in the sorority house again for a semester next year.

Yes, it will suck that I’ll be 21 and forbidden to have alcohol in my room. It also might be weird that a majority of the girls that I’m living with are two years younger than me – but hey, I’m banking on being the joke of the house and living my senior semester as a never ending happy hour, so I figure it’ll be fine.

Am I happy about moving every semester? Not especially, but rather than go into the reasons why I moved every semester (feelings may get hurt), I’ll tell you a couple things that I’ve learned along the way.

Pick roommates wisely

The most important thing to do when choosing roommates is to be honest with yourself. If you’re a controlling neat freak who gets mad when someone leaves their clothes scattered across the floor, don’t pretend that you’ll ever have the capacity to be cool about it.

Confrontations are always awkward (and they sometimes result in scissors stabbed into your closet door), so it’s better to just find someone who doesn’t conflict with your pet peeves.

Pack lightly

If, by chance, you need to leave on a whim while your unknowing ex-roommate is home for the weekend, you don’t want to have a ridiculous amount of stuff to carry – yes, I learned this the hard way.

Every time I’ve had to move, my new place has been up several flights of stairs.

With no elevators, moving all of my belongings was difficult. And let’s be honest, my boyfriend was the one doing the heavy lifting.

I’ve learned to pack as light as possible because packing, unpacking, and moving becomes tiresome, and I really just started to feel bad for my boyfriend.

Subleasing sucks

Legal documents can get messy and finding an actual person who wants to live where you don’t want to live can be difficult.

It’s especially difficult to sublease when you’re trying to find someone that three other people are okay living with. It was easy to find someone for a single because nobody cared that a smelly World-of-Warcraft fanatic might be moving in.

Finding someone that three other girls approve of, well, it’s really just a huge pain and should be avoided at all costs.