I leave it there for a week.
I find myself fantasizing about Day 31—the glorious solitude, the empty bathroom counter, the silence. I also notice that I am eating better because she cooks. I am sleeping better because the apartment doesn’t feel empty. I hate that I appreciate her. I hate that I will miss the wet towels. 30 days ~ life with my sister
This is the secret language of siblings: the permission to be pathetic without explanation. Friends demand context. Parents demand solutions. A sister just sits in the mess with you. I leave it there for a week
“Don’t get too lonely.”