Separate WaysMature

My sister, ElizaJaneErnshaw (Hi there, love!), have spent the better part of 17 years together.  We've lived together, laughed together, cried together, done a lot of things together.  I think the longest time we were ever apart was for (correct me if I'm wrong, sis) 3 days?  Maybe even less than that.

What I'm trying to say is that Eliza and I have always been there for each other (physically and emotionally).  About a year from now, all of that will change.

Eliza and I will be beginning our Senior year this fall.  Together.  Which means we'll graduate together, and then... move on.  Move away. 

I've done some research and if we both are accepted to our choice college, we'll be 114 miles away.  One hundred and fourteen miles may not seem like a lot, but when you've spent 18 years together... 114 miles is ridiculously long. 

Of course there have been times when Eliza and I were sick of each other; moments when we wanted and needed our time and space apart.  But to chuck both of us 114 miles apart is just...

Well, it's just a bit beyond words.

Not to mention we'd be leaving our little sister alone.  We're all very close in age so we've been more of best friends than sisters.  Eliza and I will graduate in 2013, our little sister will graduate in 2014. 

Can you see what kind of emotional trauma might ensue on us?  And our mother!?

Okay, I think that this rant is over.  Needless to say, I'm scared and slightly terrified. 

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