My family recently made a trip to New York to see my brother who is going to school on Long Island. Because he’s there on a baseball scholarship, he’s pretty much signed his life away and there’s a good chance he won’t be back home until next Christmas, so we’ve all been frequenting the East Coast to visit and watch him play. New York (particularly Manhattan) is absolutely fabulous and Long Island is great as well. You could tell there was usually a lot of greenery, but Spring had yet to arrive, so it all looked pretty dead. It reminded me a lot of Wisconsin or Michigan though. And if you’ve never been to Port Jefferson, you must make a trip (preferably during the summer) because it is adorable!
Enough sidetracking, what I really wanted to write about today are my sister and brother. Amidst our time visiting Michael it occurred to me how lucky the three of us are. I’ve thought about it on other occasions, but for whatever reason, it really sunk in on this trip. Having Michael home this past Christmas was so much fun and it made me realize how much we genuinely miss having him at home. When I moved back to California last May, I had a lot of mixed emotions on moving back into my parents’ home, but one of the upsides was that it was probably the one last time Samantha, Michael and I would all be living there together. Don’t get me wrong, we fight like crazy. Sam steals my clothes and I have an extremely hard time sharing, Michael is one of the messiest people you will ever meet in your life and I have the annoying oldest child habit of acting like the mom. But despite all that, we had the best summer together. It’s funny because when I left for college I thought I would come home and it would never be quite the same, but I’ve come to learn that there are some things in life that never really change.
On the whole, we enjoy each other. We really, truly enjoy each other. We just all kind of “click.” We were all so excited to see each other in NY. Even Michael, who likes to pretend like he doesn’t care, was excited to see us. And I think that’s a really special and rare thing. I know that I have these two best friends that will have my back, no matter what, for the rest of my life. I love the people that they are, I love my time with them and I love the relationship the three of us have.
I was talking to someone about this recently and they said that it is really a compliment to my parents. Siblings share something exceptional because they have the same past and upbringing. They know every single thing about you (including what buttons to push), but they love you anyway. If you’re lucky enough, they love you unconditionally. They’re the people that have been there from the beginning and they’re the ones that are going to be there in the end. We share stories, traditions, memories, our childhood, good times, bad times, hard times – important things that you don’t have with anyone else. My parents always reinforced the importance of family and each other, but to be honest, I don’t know exactly why we’re all so close. What I do know is that I am so grateful we are.
I am really enjoying the age we’re all at right now. I like that we all want to spend time together and with each other’s friends. I can only hope that this stays the same as we get older. I love the people that Samantha and Michael have become as young adults. They’re good people. And I can’t wait to see what the future holds for the two of them.
“To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.” -Clara Ortega