As this post goes live, my Sister will have touched down in New York City for the first time ever. It’s a dream that we’ve both shared for as long as I can remember and we always said that one day we would go.
When we originally talked about it we were both a lot younger and a lot less tied down. At the time I had no idea that I would eventually end up being a Mum and gave no thought that my dream might not happen anytime soon.
My Sister however has managed it. She is living her dream and I am BEYOND proud of her for doing it and SO PLEASED for her.
Don’t get me wrong, I am GREEN with envy. So green it’s florescent! She is going to do some amazing things and see some amazing sights and my tummy flutters with excitement at the very thought for her, but my heart aches a little when the reality hits home that I won’t get to do that for a good few years yet.
I chose a different path. It doesn’t mean I’ll never get there because I bloody well will. One day. I just need to be patient for a little while longer. My time will come.
I know that deep down she feels bad that she is going and I’m not. But this is a little message just for you Sis. Don’t for a New York minute feel bad. Go and enjoy it for me and for you. See everything for me. Take it all in for me. Do all the things we said we would do and then come home and tell me all about it. Bring a piece of NYC home for me. Then, when I do get to go I’ll know exactly where to go and what to do, because the person who knows me best of all will have taught me.
Have an amazingly awesome time. Just don’t forget my snowstorm! 😉 Love you. xxx
