Circumstances have called you home, and I think we both know it's for the best.
I just want to let you know that I'll be fine, and so will you. I miss you more than you will ever know. I am already struggling, running errands all by myself. I miss coming home from work and complaining to you and you suggesting that we binge watch a show on Netflix rather than being productive. I even did a thing... I got my ACT card fixed so I can get into the house without you.
The first week was the hardest. I couldn't stand being at the house for more than an hour. I definitely couldn't handle going up to our floor, or even towards your room. On our half snow day, I finally decided that I would have to come home eventually. I even went into your room.
Guess what? I didn't even tear up.
Of course, I'm sad still, but I know you wouldn't want me to mope around all semester. I'm sad you're missing celebrating your 21st here in Tuscaloosa, Anchor Ball, and keeping me entertained at chapter — just to name a few. But I'm holding onto the hope that you're going to grace me with your presence again soon. I'm so thankful you didn't just drop off the face of the earth completely. I'm glad I'm still able to hear your voice over the phone and see your face via Snapchat. I'm thankful for your friendship, and I'm thankful you're my sister.
10 hours isn't really that far, LITB,
Your best sista friend.
