Emotional, family, moving

Sometimes, a little over 10 years after you moved out on your own, you think you’re really independent and super strong.

Then, your little sister and her BFF come to visit and remind you that maybe under all of that strength and independence you’ve built up, is a little bit of coming home to an empty apartment and wishing you still shared a room with that kid who broke all your toys if she couldn’t have one too.

And maybe a great deal of crying at the airport.


Sunday was one of those nights.

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