Sistah Sistah

At exactly 8:36 am yesterday morning, my sister’s plane landed in New York. When she is around, all of my adult worries go away, and I'm suddenly 10 years old again, skipping (or hobbling, in this case) down the streets, giggling at everything, and building ice cream/brownie sundaes at midnight when I should be sleeping.

Until about three years ago, we were never too far away from each other. But now she’s in Oregon, and I’m in New York. When she’s not around, I miss her terribly. But it’s not until we’re together again that I remember all of the teeny, tiny, silly reasons I miss her, and that just makes the distance between us so much harder.