10/26/2026
Ten weeks of living with my sister and I now willingly leave the house to go to Pilates. Multiple times a week. I don’t know who’s in charge here anymore.
She’ll suggest we go somewhere “for the vibes” and I’m over here asking what we’re going to do there. The answer is enjoy ourselves. That’s the whole plan. I’m learning to accept it.
But some of my favorite parts have been the little things. Having someone to sit with on a rough day without needing to explain much. Catching each other saying something mean about ourselves. Her noticing when I put on an actual outfit instead of whatever I was painting in.
Turns out a “you look so cute!” really does change how you feel walking out the door.
And thankfully, we’re equally committed to stopping for a sweet treat. Neither of us is a difficult sell.
I knew I’d enjoy having her here, but I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy doing regular, everyday life together.
Who’s the person who can convince you to leave the house when you’ve already decided you’re staying home?