Day 2 - A photo of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.
Everyone, meet my sister Randi. She will be the first person to tell you I'm hard to get a long with. The two of us have been through the horrors of growing up, growing apart, and growing back together.
After high school Randi moved away. A whole state away to the wonder that is Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It could have been to another country. We changed. Then two summers later I joined her on this adventure of discovery. What we found, was neither was who the other used to be. This wasn't a bad thing, just a really tough learning experience. There was a lot of fighting. Phone calls home to get a mediators point of view, but after three summers together and too many ups and downs we were finally figuring it out. That's when I left.
I went to school back in Utah, for me second year at Utah State. She stayed in Jackson. I missed my sister every day, but God forbid I told her that. The halls and classrooms were lonely without someone who knew you. Family to keep you grounded. I visited her when I could, but the visits got far and few between. Thats when she left Jackson and headed another world away.
Years went by she went to school in Southern Utah, I stayed in the north. Then she got married, and moved closer. We spent more time together, but I was restless and needed to escape. So I left for the wilds of Alaska.
I came home when she needed me, and more so I needed her. She was getting a divorce, and I was homesick. We moved in together once again. That was the best two years to date. Those summers in Wyoming had prepared us for this living situation, and the time apart had helped us to learn that we complimented each other.
Eventually Randi remarried. She now has a wonderful husband and young son. I thank my parents every day for not letting us kill each other back when we wanted to, and thank God for giving me such a wonderful sister and best friend.
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