My Sister

Honestly, I have to say, I am running out of ideas to blog about.  College life is not as exciting as it seems.  It is just a lot of homework and thinking and the occasional fun night.  I have resorted to talking about my sister, Hannah.  She is just not my sister, but my twin.  We were born two minutes apart, I being the oldest.  We both weighed a little more than a pound and a half. We both had open heart surgery when we were only days old to repair an open heart valve.  We have been through everything together, almost literally.
Growing up, I can remember us occasionally not getting along.  We would argue and wrestle on the floor for fun.  I remember complaining in the car about her being too close to me.  I am sure my parents are thrilled with me bringing all of this back.
Since we are twins, people always ask us if we dressed alike or still do.  When we were younger, my mom dressed us in the same pattern, but opposite colors.  I guess this was also to tell us apart.   As we got to the stage of us dressing ourselves, we went our separate ways.  In a way we had the same laid back style, but Hannah's has always been a little more dressy.  The nice part about being a twin is that our body shape and size is about the same so we can share clothes.  Who wants to buy two of the same shirts when you only have to buy one?  In high school, I think our minds thought a little more alike.  We would come out of our rooms in the morning and both be wearing the same t-shirt.  We would then proceed to argue about who is going to change.  Some times we did not and people at school would be like, "Hey! You guys are twins today!"  That kind of got old.  I think that we should be able to wear the same shirt without being noticed like that.  I think of it as like two friends accidentally wearing the same shirt to school one day.
Now that we are both in college, people have asked us why didn't you go to the same college.  Well, for one, I think it was time to separate and go our own ways.  We had been together for eighteen years and it was time.  I think we did not go to the same college because every college has its own feel to each person.  Yeah, I liked Luther, but it did not feel the way Wartburg did.  Hannah felt the same way about Wartburg.  It is also funny to think that we picked rival schools.
I feel like being away from her has made me appreciate what kind of relationship we have.  We never get mad enough at each other to the point where we do not talk.  We have always worked it out.  I mean you can't be mad at your best friend forever.  I feel like we cherish the moments more when we are together because now we only personally see each other like once a month if were lucky.  She has always been there for me and I appreciate everything she has done for me.  I still think about all the good times we have had and what good times are going to come.

Hannah and I