Well I'm packed.
Christin got sad this afternoon and now it's my turn I suppose. How lucky I am that I got to spend these years living with my big sister. I sure do love her.
I feel like this is a good step, I think we need some change. It will be a new adventure and I have a great roommate to live with when I get home.
But as great as he is he won't be her. He probably won't ask me to iron his scrubs or make his lunch for him. He won't ask me to go to Cosmo and get him some Curls Rock. He probably won't give me a hard time for taking so long to get ready for church. He probably won't wake me up in the morning to tell me about his crazy patients at work the night before. He won't help throw me a Bond birthday party or get me a Buckle gift card or gelato or want to go float around in a raft on Tempe Town Lake for my birthday or throw dinner parties for our ward. Who am I going to tease for making a Blue Steel face in the mirror? And more importantly, who am I going to where my "brother" shirt with?
I know this seems awfully dramatic considering I will be living within fifteen minutes of her, and maybe this has a lot to do with the stress of this week of finishing school and moving, but it still doesn't help stop these tears from running down my face.
I sure will miss living with this cute little blonde.
I'm gonna miss living with my sister.
I love you.