The big move.

Before reading on, read the disclaimer: it’s a long one. So unless you’re looking for a snore, I suggest you save this for bedtime read.

In light of my big sister getting engaged recently, I thought my post would be a little bit family centered. Looking at some of the pictures of her and the whole family on her semi big day, I was overwhelmed with this feeling of pride, joy and sadness all at the same time. The smiles on everyone’s faces were so genuine and lit up the entire room. I couldn’t help but smile with them eventhough I was only there in spirit.

Me and my sister, we weren’t the closest pair of siblings you’ll find. The age difference wasn’t that big but we just never seemed to see eye to eye. We fought like Tom and Jerry, (me being the cuter jerry of course) which sums up pretty much our relationship at that point – a lot of scratching, biting, and hitting each other on the head with heavy objects. Then as we got a bit older and moodier, that was probably the climax of our bitter relationship. I never really liked her nor did I make any effort to try and bond with her. The fact that we were both away at boarding school, not really seeing a lot of each other dint help the cause either. It just distanced us further. Sometimes I question this method of education – which is a whole other blogpost on its own. I felt that she always had to spoil my fun. Lecture me on how I was living life. I felt she was always out to get me etc. etc. one word: PARTYPOOPER (or is that two?)

Turning point of our dysfunctional relationship was probably when she moved to Manchester. By then, certain things had occurred in our family which brought out the worst and the best of everyone. The glue that had once held us all loosely had come unstuck and we started seeing the flaws which were once covered. But, we braved through the rain and it brought us all a little bit closer. I then followed suit the year after that to Manchester and I guess, being thousands of miles away from home, knowing that she was the only family I had made the transition from severe dislike to a love-hate relationship a lot easier. Yeah she could still be really annoying at times but I realized that it was because I never gave her a chance. To be loved, you have to love and show love. And that was my mistake. You could say that I could easily have played the younger sister card, put the blame on her and said ‘’well she’s the older one, she should lead by example”. But in essence, your age does not define anything. Its your willingness to do so. Cause at the end of the day, she’s my blood and bones. My family. And that’s whats important, more than anything else in the world. And I only realized that because of a certain someone. *remind me to thank them one day.

So on her engagement day, I’m kinda bummed that I couldn’t be there with her for one fact: She’s moving onto the next stage of her life and soon she’ll leave meeeeee. If there was one regret, was that I dint spend more time with her. 

Congratulations along. I hope you find happiness and joy in this next phase of your life.

Sincerely,

Angah xx