When I was first deciding to pick what college to go to, the college my sister was enrolled in was the last place I wanted to go. No offense to her, but there was a lot less fighting going on when she was away and seeing her at holidays was just the perfect amount of interaction. However, I decided to go where she had been living out her dream.
My sister is my best friend, but sometimes, or most of the time, I need a major break from seeing her face (which I always say is ugly, but she shoots back at me saying, “We look exactly the same.”). The fights that were at home continue here at school. For instance, when I need her to drive me somewhere, but she doesn’t, or how she somehow still gets away with stealing my clothes, or when I see her at parties she’s always annoyingly hanging out with me the whole time.
Yeah, yeah, there are times where it actually stinks to be just two miles away from her at all times, but looking back at my first year at school, I couldn’t imagine and could not deal with having to be any farther than that. If I didn't have her, then who would be the person I call when looking for a certain building on campus? Who will I call when it’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep because I am so homesick? Who would I have called on the first days of school to get a meal with that didn’t taste like mystery meat?
My sister was the person I could run to crying when I felt like I didn’t belong at this school. She is the one to hold me and hug me so tight telling me it’ll be alright and that these four years will be the best four years of my entire life. She’s the one there when I need a shoulder to cry on, and the one who will give me unconditional love in return. There is no one else I could imagine speaking to in all my crises.
But now I think, “What on Earth am I going to do next year?” I understand most people do not have their older siblings at school with them, but when you do, it makes everything so much better. Next year is going to be so hard to not be able to walk to your house and cuddle in your bed with you, or not being able to see you across the room at a party and run up and tackle you our of happiness.
As I write this, I’m honestly thinking that I could not imagine school, let alone life, without her. As much as I don’t want her to hear it, she’s kind of cool sometimes and who knows what my first year at school would have been with out her. Only God knows how I would have survived.
