My sister is coming to town this weekend. To look at houses. Because she is moving here. Whoop whoop!

I have not lived in the same town as my sister since the summer of 1990 when I was in 9th grade and she was home from her freshman year of college. She was way too cool to hang out with me at the time. Maybe it was because I still had braces. Or maybe it was because I threatened to tell our mom when I caught her smoking weed at a concert. Just kidding, Mom! It was only a funny looking cigarette. (Full of pot drugs.) 

We weren’t particularly close that summer but we did manage to overcome our differences and eventually grew closer once I went to college. I have been trying to get her to move to Seattle for the past 10 years and now it’s finally going to happen. I’m so giddy I can hardly wait.

A lot has changed in the 24 years since we last lived near one another, so we have some catching up to do. Things I plan to do with my sister when she lives here:

• Braid each other’s hair
• Have sleepovers
• Share clothes
• Watch movies
• Swap babysitting duties for date nights
• Go out on sister date nights
• Force our children to be lifelong best friends
• Bicker like old ladies
• Bake cookies
• Just kidding we are both terrible in the kitchen
• Go out to eat

It’s possible I may even start to dress like her again, as I loved to do when we were young. Here we are at Busch Gardens in the early 80’s with a very dewy woman in a fancy dress.

I distinctly remember that when my sister would emerge wearing that outfit, I would go back to my room and change into my matching ensemble. I don’t understand why she found me so annoying.