Isn't it strange how two people can grow up in the same house, be so utterly different, yet get along so well. I've always looked up to my sister. With four years between us, she has always done everything first. Graduation, marriage, babies - I admired her all the while she was building herself a life to be proud of. Even though I'm more of a traveller and she's more of a homebody, and most of our interests aren't really shared, any time I need advice - she's one of the first people I ask. She was visiting me in the North this week, and during our long chats we chuckled about how different we were and all the times we've been in different stages of our lives. Her idea of a good time might be eating a killer meal before an interesting show in a cosmopolitan city while mine is to drag her out into the cold, driving an hour into the wilderness with a crying baby who hates her car seat and bundle up in an absurd amount of layers to protect us against the frost bite risk. She might not understand why someone would want to live in minus 30, where cabin fever and lack of vitamin D are some of the biggest concerns one can face over winter, but I'm ever so thankful she will make the journey to visit. Who here also has a sister who is the same - completely different but always there whenever you need them?
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