There are those people who go on and on about their sisters and how they grew up being best friends, telling one another everything. Then there is the story of me and my sister. We did not grow up being best friends nor did we tell each other secrets late into the night. I had other friends for that. We shared a room in which we drew literal lines down the middle of the floor and often beat the crap out of each other. Ok, she beat the crap out of me because I was really little but I tried to swing my fists when I could. In fact we didn’t even start working on any type of a friendship until I was divorced. Who says good things can’t come out of a divorce? Take that another step when my sister started on her own divorce journey and here we sit today. While we aren’t sharing every deep dark secret, we do have a strong relationship now.
I remember going on a couple of trips after/during my divorce that were life changing for me. The kind that open your eyes, change your perspective and restore your faith in the human race. Just what my sister needs on the heels of learning she is officially divorced. Time to move on and forward. Which brings us to today and my quest for living better in the year 2014. Through a series of events, that proves everything happens for a reason, I found myself booking a ticket to England without my husband but then realizing I could take my sister. She deserved a break.
I broke it to her carefully.
Text to my sister: Is your passport valid?
Sister: Do we need bail money? I can get an alibi.
This is how we have built a friendship that most are born with as siblings.
So in less than a month I’m “dragging” my sister with me to England to visit my best friend. The best friend who has been my “sister” all these years.
This isn’t just any trip over the pond. This is a trip that will change our relationship even more. There is something about becoming older, realizing how precious these memories can be and being so grateful for the opportunity to spend this time together. I’m happy to give my sister a chance that friends, bloggers, and strangers gave to me after/during my divorce. The chance to get away and see the world again. The chance to have that relationship that we weren’t born with. We are even going to share a room and I don’t think we’ll need to draw a line down it.