I should be better friends with my sister.

Which is not to say that I'm not friends with her. To say that would be unfair, if not outright untrue.

It's not that there's ever been a point where we didn't get along. Far from it, I think. She didn't start to enjoy baseball until after I was done playing and I never really enjoyed gymnastics, but that was more of an issue of us not relating to one another than it was an issue of us not liking one another.

If I'm being honest, it's only fair that we never really talked to one another when we were both living at home. We were too much alike for that. We both had our lives and we were both very much the introverted type, and so we never really worried much about one another. I knew she was happy, and I was doing fine, so I don't think she ever really worried about me.

She was the first person to ever get me a drink. This is what sisters in college are for, I suppose. In retrospect, I appreciate that more than I ever realized.

These days, I probably see her half a dozen times a year or so. I imagine if I move back to Minnesota, that will become more often.

I think we have a lot more in common than we ever realized. I think it's hard to really acknowledge much of anything when you rarely talk. I often wander on to Facebook and see her mentioning things that come as pleasant surprises. I don't know why I tend to be surprised that my sister is awesome. It's probably not fair, but at least it's pleasant.

I look forward to moving back to Minnesota. I don't know if it would change anything between us. But I'd like to imagine it could. She should be the St. Paul to my Minneapolis.