When you come home
My sister and I outside a jewellery shop...
Sister: "Ew, don't you just hate how the Princess-cut diamonds look?"
Me (following her line of vision, to a square-shaped diamond set in a ring): "It looks fine to me. Pretty."
(All diamonds look the same to me, really. It could be glass and it would still look fine. Just don't tell my future boyfriend/fiance/husband.)
Sister: "Right. If a guy proposes to me with a Princess-cut diamond, I'll tell him to marry you instead."
Me: "..."
***
My sister and I shopping for clothes...
Me (looking at a pair of pants): "Ooh, I want to get this in purple!"
Sister (shooting me a look of disgust): "WHAT?!"
Me: "This pair of pants -- I want to get it in purple."
Sister (heaving a sigh of relief): "Oh my gosh, you gave me shock. I thought you said you wanted to get a dildo!"
Me: "???"
***
My sister left for Australia early this morning -- again. We do this again and again. Every six months, sometimes a year -- which, by the way, is just too long a time to not see someone you love.
Just. Too. Long.
The home is where the heart is, and to have your heart torn between two places for most of the year... I mean, it's not a bad thing, I know that -- this is something that she needs to do, and it's something good. But my heart hurts nonetheless.
Come back already.
***
Sister: "Ew, don't you just hate how the Princess-cut diamonds look?"
Me (following her line of vision, to a square-shaped diamond set in a ring): "It looks fine to me. Pretty."
(All diamonds look the same to me, really. It could be glass and it would still look fine. Just don't tell my future boyfriend/fiance/husband.)
Sister: "Right. If a guy proposes to me with a Princess-cut diamond, I'll tell him to marry you instead."
Me: "..."
***
My sister and I shopping for clothes...
Me (looking at a pair of pants): "Ooh, I want to get this in purple!"
Sister (shooting me a look of disgust): "WHAT?!"
Me: "This pair of pants -- I want to get it in purple."
Sister (heaving a sigh of relief): "Oh my gosh, you gave me shock. I thought you said you wanted to get a dildo!"
Me: "???"
***
My sister left for Australia early this morning -- again. We do this again and again. Every six months, sometimes a year -- which, by the way, is just too long a time to not see someone you love.
Just. Too. Long.
The home is where the heart is, and to have your heart torn between two places for most of the year... I mean, it's not a bad thing, I know that -- this is something that she needs to do, and it's something good. But my heart hurts nonetheless.
Come back already.
***
When you come home, no matter how far
Run through the door, and into my arms
It's where you are loved, where you belong
I will be here... when you come home
-- "When You Come Home" by Mark Schultz
posted by Laughingcow at 8:23 pm
4 Comments:
Of course she enjoys herself there, as she does here, in vastly different ways. I suspect that's the case with anyone who leaves behind loved ones to study or work overseas.
Our family has a long history of mis-hearing things; I should stop being surprised. :)
I wanna go home! I wanna leave this smalltown in the middle of nowhere!
It's so good to have a sibling who is close. My own sibling wouldn't care if I died...it's sad...
Vandice: I'm sure your family and friends want you home too. :)
Heavenly Sword: I hope that isn't true. Different people express themselves very differently; some people don't say it all the time, but they do care in their own way. :)
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