Today is a big day. My sister and her boyfriend are driving from our little hometown in Connecticut across the country to California. It’s bittersweet for me. As a big sister, I’m proud of her for following her heart. As a person, I admire the fact that she is brave enough to pick up and start over somewhere new and different. As a hormonal roller coaster, I am sad. I already miss my baby sister.
* Side note about the post title* Her name is Michelle, but when she was little she used to pronounce it “Mush-elle” so she ended up with the nickname Mushy.
I’m worried about her not knowing anyone out there, about the long drive, and everything else in between.
She’s not going to see my belly growing bigger, she’s going to miss such a huge part of my life. I feel so selfish for being upset and even a little resentful about the whole situation. Is it wrong of me to feel like this? I can’t figure it out.
Either way, I hope she will come to visit when her niece or nephew is born and around the holidays. Family is still family no matter how much distance is between. Plus, it’s a good excuse to go on vacation 😉
Have you ever had a close family member move far away? How did you deal? Any advice for this sad sack of a blogger?