My sister called me up Monday morning to see if I could go on a short road trip with her. She had found a van/motor home that she was interested in buying but needed someone to drive her car back for her if she decided to get it.
I immediately cleared it with Chris, set the kids up with jobs and schoolwork for the day, and hopped in the shower.
Now my sister and I are pretty different.
She’s older than me, single, no children.
I’m married, lots of kids and as I like to point out often….much younger.
She has the gypsy wanderlust in her and dreams of traveling to outdoor markets to sell her wares, living independent and free, wandering in the wilderness picking herbs and berries.
I want to stay put forever, only venturing out to see the touristy beaches, and grand hotels of the world. My nature walks would include a fresh pedicure poking out of my cute sandals and a Starbucks at the end of the trail.
Our politics are different, our religious world views are different, our choice of men? Well, maybe not so different if you dig down deep.
But the older I get and the more we talk, I realize we aren’t so different on the inside.
We both are strong women with a soft gooey center.
We like to keep our emotions in check.
We are drawn to people who need help and are very loyal friends.
We can’t stand to be confined or told what to do.
We like everything to be our own idea.
We like to live out of the box, or better yet, make our box look unique from everyone elses.
And we both agree that chocolate is a necessity not a luxury.
Now, being that we are seven and a half years apart and the only siblings in the family, our age difference was huge growing up. She was out of the house when I was still really young. So I mostly grew up as an only child.
But we have this newfound friendship of late that has just started blooming, and I’m really digging it. It's kind of cool to have a new friend.