Last Saturday my family & I dropped my youngest sister off at college (hi, sister!), along with the help of my boyfriend & my sister’s best friend (uhm – they are not the same person). I cried. Because I am a huge baby. My sister’s friend cried, because she too is a baby (kidding, mostly). I think my sister might have even shed a tear or two… but probably not, because she was being dropped off at COLLEGE, and that’s one of the most exciting things that can happen to an almost-18 year old.
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| (A photo of an actual building on her actual college campus.) |
After heading home and immediately setting my family up on Skype (on various computers), I felt prepared to embark on the next four years with my little sister far away (… ok it’s about 45 minutes – but for the last … lifetime… she’s been right down the hall. Except for when I went away to college… and kind of moved to Boston for almost two years, but that doesn’t count, because I was the one that left, and therefore I didn’t take into account the emotional toll on others this type of thing has).
So, we Skyped for a bit. And then other kids started moving into the dorm. After trying to get in touch with her for a bit to no avail, I got a text message: “I’m with people”.
No – wait, what?! I AM YOUR PEOPLE!
I’m sure your college friends that you’ve known for 10 minutes are awesome and all. But … I’ve known you for 17, almost 18, years. I probably changed your stinky little diapers (I’m 6 years older than her). THIS IS NOT FAIR.
But she’s having an amazing time so far. Her room seems to have become the “hangout room,” and there are always people in there when I talk to her – although, some of those people are of the male variety, and are occasionally sitting on her bed which is not okay.
Moral of the story: I miss my little sister. But she’s having an amazing time at college, and I have never been more jealous of anyone in my entire life. I hope she continues to have an amazing time. I also hope that she does super awesome in her BIOMEDICAL ENGINEERING major (I know, right! She’s a genius.), so that she can be a zillionaire and take care of me forever. Because, again, I probably changed her stinky diapers.
{NOTE: Okay, I probably never changed her diapers… during her diapers years I was probably between the ages of 6 and 9, and that’s just not good parenting…}