... some things never change

This weekend, my sister came home from college for her fall break.  Although I saw her only two weeks ago, it still seems like it has been quite a while since we have spoken.  Last time I saw my sister it was only for one night, so you would think that this longer break would give us more time together.  But it does not.  Our quality bonding time has been limited.

My sister arrived at home on Friday around seven.  We had a family dinner and hung out until around eleven, so that is four hours.  On Saturday I had a swim meet about an hour away.  I left the house at eight without seeing her and got back around five-thirty.  She came to watch the swim meet, but I was with the team most of the time so I did not get to spend time with my sister.  A friend of mine was having a birthday party on Saturday so I left around six and did not get home until around eleven-thirty.  Finally, at eleven-thirty my sister and I hung out.  We got a movie and some snacks from the grocery store, but I was fast asleep by one.  So that brings our total to five and one-half hours.

Today, my mom, sister and I went on a walk for about an hour.  But as soon as I got home I had to begin working on my pile of homework due the next day.  We will probably get another hour or two in tonight, but that is maxing out.  And tomorrow I have school and swimming.  So my sister and I might see each other for two hours total where I am not trying to multitask by studying and talking.  Even though our time together is limited I have still noticed some similarities.

Now that we are back at home in our familiar setting rather than in her dorm room we are acting more like ourselves.  We even got in an arguement about her watching TV while I was trying to type up a Spanish oral.  When we were together last night it felt just like hanging out during the summer before she moved out.  We just kind of chilled for a while.  So even though we see a lot less of each other, our relationship is pretty similar to before (minus most arguements).  Now I know this might change over time but I feel like there will always be an underlying bond.

That bond makes me optimistic.  My sister and I can spend weeks and months apart but still be able to just hang out.  It makes me optimistic that some things never change.