It's good to go through life with a sister~

~Because she knows how you got that way; and loves you anyway.

Everything is better when we're together. Okay, not everything...that's why I moved out. ;)That's why I moved back here. Staying in that house could have cost us our relationship. Leaving saved it. Although, eventually, staying in Idaho could have saved it too. I just didn't give that a chance...

I don't know if all families have this bond, if all sisters feel this close. Is it our personalities? Is it our past? Is it her, is it me, is it the perfect balance? My sister is the one person in my life who has always been there for me. Did I always deserve it--no. Was I always there for her--hardly.
But she's always stuck by me, always been there when I needed somebody to take care of me.

Gypsy and Maverick...see...we can have a better time than most can dream of, better than the best. We are so similar...yet parts of us are like night and day. She taught me how to be a feminist...I taught her how to ride a bike. I moved out first, she fell in love first. We like the same music, and the same books....sometimes I'm scared of how intellegent she is. It's why I take such pleasure in kicking her ass in rummy...which happens enough to make me forget all the scrabble losses. She likes peasoup...makes me want to gag. I drink coffee everyday, she drinks tea. Together, the two of us in a dressing room is unforgettable...laughing so hard I pee my pants. Going to the lake...it's the same for us...the magic. It's real. She makes the best top ramen ever. I won't eat that crap when I cook it.

She is my best friend and it sucks living so far away. I was so excited for her to come, and we had such a good time. Now she's gone and I'm sad :( because nobody quite gets me like she does. So I want to throw a temper tantrum and be 7 years old again and scream and cry because my friend's gone. I want to yell at everyone who tries to be my friend, because they don't come close to my sister, and the attempt sucks.

But I'm not 7. I'm twenty freaking two. Damn it. No temper tantrums. I have to be happy for her. Because I've let her down so much. There were so many times I wasn't the sister she's always been for me, the one she needed. I have to be happy for her~moving on with her life. Settling down, starting her own family. For shit sakes, I set her up with matt...what did I expect?

I didn't expect to lose my sister.

I'm just crabby. I'm still debating that temper tantrum...it would be so much easier. Scream, throw things, march off in my pink footsie jammies.

Tempting.....