At first, it sounded insane. A month is a long time to crash on someone’s couch (or in her case, her guest room that doubled as a WFH office). But the more we talked, the more it made sense. I needed a change of scenery. She needed company. And somewhere deep down, we both needed to remember that we actually like each other as people, not just as family.
Not a weekend. Not a holiday sprint. Thirty-one full rotations of the earth in the same kitchen, fighting over the thermostat, stealing each other’s phone chargers, and staying up way too late watching shows we’ve already seen three times. spending a month with my sister v202501 ya best
I apologized. She apologized. We both cried. Then we spent an hour looking up “how to fold a fitted sheet” on YouTube and failing miserably together. At first, it sounded insane
But the most important moment happened at a grocery store. Specifically, the frozen food aisle. I needed a change of scenery