It is day number two here in Virginia and I have already been able to experience air you can swim through, and an awesome lightning storm. It also feels good being known as “Colin’s Sister” again. I am honored to be able to carry such a title. Not just anyone can be known as “Colin’s Sister” because the requirements are quite strict. The most important requirement of course is that you share DNA.
For as long as I can remember I was always known as “Colin’s little sister” It was like because of his super awesomeness, no matter how lame I was, I was still cool. It was like having a backstage pass at a concert, and if someone questioned my coolness I could just drop his name and I was automatically accepted. My friends were crazy about him. They all wished he was their big brother..and then in high school, they all wished he was their boyfriend. Even my teacher’s knew me as “Colin’s little sister”, but when he left after my freshman year I had an identity crisis. Now who was I? I am still in the process of figuring this out.
But until I figure out my life long identity crisis, I am honored to be known as “Colin’s sister” once again. Even though I am an adult now, I still look up to him. He is the graphics guy at his church but he does a lot more than what the label of “graphics guy” calls for. He is amazing at his job, and just like when he was in CA, he is loved by all. ( Which grants me that backstage pass once again ).
Sometimes I wonder where I missed out on the confidence train. He is the flexible, easy going, go-to-guy, and I am the uptight anxiety ridden sister who has a death grip on her daily routine. Even on vacation..which leads me to be very thankful for my brother’s patience and understanding. ( And his girlfriend Maria’s too! )
There is so much more I could write, but I don’t want to test that patience…I better get running and finish my stupid routine…