My sister came to town this holiday season, and I havev to say, I miss her tons. Wish she would move her ass back to here, so we could hang out more, now that I am not the childhood brat that used to throw stuff at her…:)As much as family gets annoying and whatnot, I am grateful, for without them, there is no way I would be where I am today…When I was in LA, I thought it was awesome that I escaped that high school stigma that seemed to follow me around…and I loved LA for all 2.5 seconds…but then I realized everyone there is a facade, and the few that werent usually came from NY or the midwest, and we would all sit around and bitch about how much everyone in LA was fake and annoying, and how we missed big family christmases and fireplaces and snow. And while we all breathed a collective sigh of nostalgia, I think I was the only one who really missed it. Who missed all the annoyance, the food, the joy of looking into a child’s eyes and seeing the hopefulness of Santa and the innocence of it all.
Yes, headaches were had, rolled eyes were at a plenty, and there was even yelling and tears. But I couldn’t have asked for a better xmas, because for once, I had family…my own family…and that was the best present of all.
And yes, I miss my sister everyday cause I finally am at that point where I dont feel the need to throw cabbage patch dolls at her head, only to sing a musical song and waiting for her harmony…but for once, it was a nice christmas to have her here. (and if you are reading this, it is not a guilt trip, just remember Copacobana rings in the Walnut Room or “Interpretive Miss Saigon” car rides, and you will understand my nostlgia.)
