It was a long flight home and I
After all these years, I finally met my sister on Sat, June 10th, 2017. I was nervous, yet excited about meeting her. Nervous because what if she didn't like me? What if I wasn't cool enough? What if I didn't meet her expectations? Excited because after wanting a sibling for so long, I was going to get one. A real life sister of my own. I tried to calm myself down and not go in all gung ho. I didn't want to scare her off. We're technically strangers. After a few phone conversations, I had felt more comfortable speaking with my sis and more confident in meeting her. But it did not prepare me for that day, seeing her in person, up close, living and breathing in HD, full color.
We hung out a few times while I was there (FLL) and spent some time getting to know each other. While we didn't make it to best friend level (c'mon son) I could see the similarities in our personalities, and also the differences. I'm older than her by 9 years (!!) so we aren't quite at the same stage in life, but not far enough to make it impossible to relate to each other. I'm not going to force the relationship. I just want to be here for her when she is ready. And prepare myself to be a real-life big sister and get myself together so I can be a better role model.