D’oh
My sister went home earlier today and I’m not going to lie - I totally miss her to death right now. I miss having someone around who I’m completely comfortable with. I miss someone having my back at all times. I miss someone who gets all my jokes, and who will know what I’m talking about even when I’m not being clear at all. Basically, I miss having loved ones around. I’m literally counting the days till I can go home.
My sister and I had a brilliant time. Among other things, we went to Sherwood Forest to see the Major Oak (it is indeed rather large), had a beer at the oldest pub in England, played silly card games and slept. a. lot. We also ran from our lethal dinner (hot curry paste marinade gone wrong pepper spray-style) and had a full on girls’ night, including faux-facials.
I kind of wish I could have gone home with her. After I got home from dropping her off at the airport, I kept myself busy by writing page after page and painting up a storm. I sort of ruined one of my brushes (masking fluid gone wrong), but other than that, it did the trick. I’m still feeling lonely but at least I have a bar of chocolate, and some creative output to be proud of.
Also, on the upside, at least I won’t have to fight anyone for the covers tonight. Yeah, I might have overdone the Nottingham Ghetto description of my neighbourhood a little, freaking my sister out a touch, meaning she rather slept in my room with me than elsewhere in the house on her own. Plus, everyone knows the best stories are told after bedtime.