Leaving on a jet plane
My sister leaves for Ethiopia in 2 days and 19-some hours. I'm losing my strength. I've been strong all this time, telling everyone how great of an experience it will be and how she'll be fine. And I still believe that. But, I'm really going to miss her. We all cried at church yesterday. Everything is becoming 'our last' ... our last day at church together, our last dinner as a family, our last trip to Target, etc. It's only two years. I'm sure it will fly by. I hope we'll be able to contact Kelly somewhat easily. Letters take weeks to get there. I'm going to be worried, of course, but moreso, I'll be sad that I won't be able to pick up the phone and call her to hang out. I love her a lot and it's going to suck not having my sister around. But, I guess this will prep us for the rest of our lives. I don't think we ever planned to be neighbors forever, although it would be nice. It's just hard to grow up. I missed her when she was in DC, but we could call and e-mail. And I got to visit. I'm just not sure how easy that all will be while she's in Ethiopia. I can't believe it's already here. She's leaving. We're going to dinner tonight, I'll see her after work tomorrow and I'll be at the airport with her Wednesday morning. But then that's it. We'll all be fine, I know that. It's just going to be a sad couple of days/weeks. I'm proud of her for chasing her dreams. And not giving up. But, this is bittersweet, ya know?
I'm just really going to miss my sister.
I'm just really going to miss my sister.