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When we were growing up, my sister and I didn’t always get along. Of course I loved her because she was my sister, but I wouldn’t say that we were close. I thought she was annoying- out of my siblings, she’s the closest to me in age and I felt that she was always in my space. I’m sure a lot of that stemmed from the fact that we always shared a room when we were kids, right up until I moved out of the house.

We also have completely different personalties. She’s outgoing and opinionated and I’m quiet and introverted. Those who know me in real life know that I’m pretty reserved and I tend to put up walls. I did that to my sister too- I wouldn’t let her get too close.

Things began to change when I moved away to the East Coast to go to college. Since I wasn’t living at home, I no longer knew every single detail of her life and we began to talk on the phone and text in order to keep in touch. I was growing up and experiencing new things, and she was too. Instead of viewing her as my annoying little sister, I began to see her as a young woman and someone that I could confide in. Having separate spaces certainly helped too. We weren’t living on top of each other anymore and I think we both needed that room to breathe.

Several years later, we’re now much closer. We talk and text regularly and enjoy keeping up with each other’s lives. She can lift my spirits when I’m low and I can talk it out with her when she needs advice. When I was younger, I never would have guessed that our relationship would have developed this way, but I’m really grateful that it has. It’s become a tradition for her to visit me annually and it’s one of the highlights of my year. She arrived safe and sound last night and I’m ready for some NYC adventures with her!

Tell me: Do you have siblings? Do you get along with them?