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[waitingonsunday]

Downtown Henderson, July 04th. People milling the downtown streets, heedless of the odd vehicle passing through, the drivers white-knuckled and tense, weaving through a crowd that just doesn't care. We stick to the sidewalk and find a curb at the corner of Third and Water that looks fine for sitting

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[waitingonsunday]

You hit the nail on the head. I like my sister a lot and I wish we were closer (spatially and emotionally), but we just don't get a chance to talk that often. All the same, I do value and respect her opinion and it's nice to know she doesn't think less of me for being who I am. I actually didn't mention it to my brother, whom I only saw once on my trip, but since he's also friends with my boyfriend on Facebook and has seen the way we interact, I'm sure he's figured it out, too.

I have the exact same thoughts about my siblings and myself sometimes. We didn't get along well when we are kids and there are times I think about something they did when we were younger and attempt to align it with who I know them as now and it's very difficult. My brother, in particular, has changed drastically (for the better) since becoming an adult.

It's also strange to think how our dynamic has shifted. My brother was a mischievous troublemaker; my sister was a goody-goody; I was just kind of a leftover they didn't know what to do with. It sort of sounds like a sitcom, now that I think about it. I would be the kid character who would be written off the show without explanation or age rapidly so the writers wouldn't have to bother with writing for a little kid anymore and they'd never address how one kid was suddenly four years older and the rest of them were still the same age. Anyway, now my sister is this vibrant, energetic mess, my brother is extremely, almost excessively laid-back, and I'm the level-headed one (if only by comparison). And yet, we're those same people we were all those years ago. It's very strange to think.