My little sister just moved in with me and It’s the best thing that’s happened to me.

okay so some context, i moved out at 18 for uni, been living alone in a different city for 9 years. came back home only for holidays. it was... not always easy growing up. my dad wasn't great to my mom, i remember her calling me crying a lot those years. he passed away a few years ago. my sister stayed back with my mom through all of that while i was sending money and trying to help from a distance. she finished her uni in the same city, stayed close to home. we handled things differently i guess.

so she just finished her master's, applied to the same company i've been at for 4 years, got the job (same branch as me lol), and we decided to move in together for at least 2 years partly to save money, partly because my mom basically suggested it and honestly she wasn't wrong. having someone you actually know in a city where you've mostly just... existed alone is different than i thought it would be.

it's been one month and i don't know. she's not the annoying kid i grew up fighting with anymore?? like at some point she just became this genuinely mature women and i missed that happening in real time. she helps me think through work stuff now. she COOKS. i have been surviving on like 60% of a normal diet for years and suddenly there is actual food. we joined yoga together. she drags me shopping sometimes which i pretend to find annoying.

we're also planning a 3 week europe trip this summer, first big trip just the two of us.
i think what i didn't expect was how much it would fill in something i didn't realize was missing. nine years is a long time to be somewhere without family. i'm proud of her and i'm glad she's here. that's it really, just needed to say it somewhere

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