My sister very recently turned 18. As in, legally she is an adult. Of course when I look at her all I see is a twelve-year-old. And because this whole "adult" thing was going so well for me, when I realize just how long I've technically been an adult, I cannot believe it. I feel like I've been an adult for two minutes. If that.
Please ignore my unfortunate bang situation.
But enough about that.
The day I left for my freshman year of college, my
sister and I began an exponentially better relationship than previous years. I'm assuming it has something to do with not seeing each other every day and no longer sharing a bathroom. As the oldest sibling, it is hard to accept when you see your younger sibling become a lot like you. In our case, developing the same interests and same opinion toward people as a general population. As in, we don't like people. Individuals yes, people no. Introverts for life.
Looking back, a good chunk of our fighting came from me feeling like there was nothing special about me anymore. It wasn't my sisters fault, but when someone starts to like all the same things or do the same activities, you start to feel as though you don't have anything to call "your own" anymore. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have a sibling that likes some of the same things, you know, for that whole "bonding" thing. But when you're younger and still trying to find who you are, it's not so convenient.
The best thing that came out of our separate living lives: our iMessages and Facebook conversations. We are witty conversationalists. Mainly our conversations involve books,
movies, television, and guys. You know,
the important things in life. Those might not sound like exciting conversations to you, which really only means that you haven't seen any of the screenshots. HOLD THE PHONE (pun intended). With this newfangled thing called "technology" I can correct that.
I guess the point of this post is that I love my sister. We may not always get along and I may not always show her, but there it is. It's at this point where (if I had had the time to write this before your birthday) I would usually say "Happy Birthday", but her birthday has come and gone and I know her special day was great. So instead I will congratulate her on getting accepted to her first-choice college, although it is not okay that she is old enough to go to college already.
