My sister is moving far, far away.Â
Well, technically, I’m an only child, but I do have two people who I consider to be my sisters: Tay, who made me an aunt a couple years ago, and Amanda, the one moving far, far away. We don’t share a last name, and we didn’t share a womb, but I don’t think referring to them as my best friends would fully capture the essence of our bond.Â
The three of us are all 24 years old, all living with our partners. While Tay and I still live in our hometown, Amanda moved a couple of years ago, and the five minute drive to her house became 45. But now, after nearly two decades of friendship, The Big Move is upon us. Amanda is now a homeowner (in this economy?! I know). The catch is that this homeownership involves that 45-minute drive becoming a four-hour haul.Â
I am heartbroken, but also immensely proud; a complicated mix of emotions. Five-year-old me would’ve found it completely unacceptable to have to drive four hours to see Amanda. But I’ll be dishing out the gas money and packing up my car every chance I get. I love road trips, anyway.Â
Aasha is a BA student, working her way slowly and steadily towards graduating with a major in English concentrating in creative writing and a minor in philosophy. When she’s not busy with her studies, she’s hanging out with her dog, Hendrix, and spending as much time outdoors as possible.