Wednesday Confession
My sister lives on an organic farm outside Sacramento, California. In the fall she's returning to school to study poetry at UC Davis. And even though I know she's happy and doing what she loves, I still miss her so much that I find myself wishing from time to time that she'd move back east. Other times I attempt to convince Rod to move to SF. (Still working on that one, actually... Part of me feels I'm destined to be a Berkeley girl.) Luckily, though, I'm going to get to see her for a few days before Burning Man.
The weirdest part about seeing her after a long absence is having driven home that my facial expressions and gestures and little tics aren't just my own. It's like looking in a fucking mirror sometimes.
My sister lives on an organic farm outside Sacramento, California. In the fall she's returning to school to study poetry at UC Davis. And even though I know she's happy and doing what she loves, I still miss her so much that I find myself wishing from time to time that she'd move back east. Other times I attempt to convince Rod to move to SF. (Still working on that one, actually... Part of me feels I'm destined to be a Berkeley girl.) Luckily, though, I'm going to get to see her for a few days before Burning Man.
The weirdest part about seeing her after a long absence is having driven home that my facial expressions and gestures and little tics aren't just my own. It's like looking in a fucking mirror sometimes.
posted by Minerva Jane at
11:47 AM
3 Comments:
Sometimes, when I answer the phone at my sisters, it's her husband, and he thinks I'm her. My sis and I do not look alike at all, but we have similar accents and mannerisms...and voices...
I love that photo by the way, very non-conformist! heh heh
Um...also, I see a face in the rock side behind...it's kinda freaky...
Gee...isn't California a wonderful place Jess!
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