Saying Goodbye

Yesterday I said goodbye to my beautiful sister Kate. Kate has gone on a Gap Year to Europe and I won't get to see her for the next six and a half months. In the lead up to her leaving I didn't feel sad at all - Well I did feel sad but that was a selfish sad that had more to do with me being stuck in school while she travels the world than me not seeing her - but when I had to say goodbye it hit me. It hit me that I would have to go the rest of the year without laughing at Kate's bad puns (in my head, of course, because I must never let on that I think they are even slightly amusing) or singing with her in her car because her radio doesn't work. Without yelling at her to do the jobs that I'm asked to do. My sister gets on my nerves sometimes and says rude things to me and sometimes I wish she would go away more often but I still love my sister to bits. So I cried and I cried. Sobbed much harder then she did (which made her laugh of course). I cried because Kate has always been there for me to look up to. From her cool fashion to her loathing of my ex-boyfriends I have always been able to count on her being there for me. And now I don't have her to rely on. I have to get by on my own for a bit. I have to grow up. And that's pretty scary.