Moving on

I don't know if it's the approaching fall, I say approaching because it's still in the 90's here in OK, or the fact that my sister is moving away from D.C. this weekend, but all week long, I've long to be back on the east coast. I love the east coast. It's a love that I never knew would exists, seeing I was raised by some pretty awesome west coasters, and I'm a California wannabe at heart. But the east coast captured my heart four years ago, and never truly let go.

I've been thinking about D.C. all week, and I'm pretty sure the fact that my sister is leaving to embark on a new journey, come Saturday, is the reason behind all of this nostalgia. Just over four years ago she and I moved out there to start a new adventure. I had just graduated from college and was starting an internship, and she was leaving behind her reporting gig for something new and unknown. Being the poor kids we were, we bunked up with my brother and sis in-law for a few months. I was somehow spoiled with never having to share a room with a sibling growing up. But in DC, we not only got to share a room those first few months, we were lucky enough to share a bed. And oh, what fun times we had.

We lived out of our suitcases for a few months, I hated my internship, and my sister didn't have a job. I'm pretty sure we found ourselves at the back of the Lincoln weekly, crying, and wondering what in the world we were doing in D.C.?! We were there often enough we started referring to this time as our, 'Abe therapy'. For some reason, we both knew we were supposed to be there, but that didn't make it any easier. So, there we were, living in D.C., wondering what lied ahead.

I thought I'd be there for a few months, pack up, and head to California. But something kept me there, namely a job, and family, and so I stayed.

We eventually moved out, got a place of our own, and my sister, who is almost five years older than me, was lucky enough to keep sharing a room with her younger sister, thankfully not a bed this time. Every older sister's dream, right? We had our ups and downs that first year, probably more downs than ups, and of course, they all had to do with me being the younger sister, a little stubborn, and possibly a little bit bratty. Shocking, I know! Sure, I had seen better days than that year produced, but somehow, we made it through, and she even agreed to live with me for another year.

My time in D.C. was full of funny memories, some good, some bad, and some I never want to remember, but the memories I will never forget, and will always look back on fondly, was being with my sister, every.single.day. Oh how I love that sister of mine!

Two years into my east coast journey, a boy came along, one that lived in Oklahoma of all places, and somehow convinced me that moving to the mid-west would be a good idea. I wasn't the first Candrian girl to leave D.C. for a boy, and I'm not the last, either. Three Candrian girls all found themselves living in D.C., working at pretty great jobs, and, ironically enough, we have all packed our bags, with a ring on our finger, and moved on to a new life.
 

I couldn't be more thrilled for my sister and her new adventure, she deserves nothing but the best, but I'm also feeling a little bit sad that I will no longer have family in D.C. come Saturday. D.C. has been good to us Candrian's, and even if we all have some California in our blood, I think we'll all agree, a little bit of our heart will always be left in our nations capitol.

If you want to read another sisters perspective of our time in D.C. you can go here it's much more elegantly written,...obsessed much?