Why Sisters are the Best Invention Ever
I’m excited. Want to know why?
This weekend, I get to see both of my sisters for the third time in less than year.
Since the first of the three of us left for college in 1990, the distances between our places of residence have ranged from a three-hour drive to a trans-Atlantic flight—so, for us, three triple-sister reunions in a year is a cause for celebration.
The celebration will take place in Leuven, Belgium, where my oldest sister, Lori, is working toward an international MBA. I’ll fly from Italy up to Düsseldorf, Germany, where my middle sister, Wendy, will pick me up and drive us both to Leuven. Then, most likely, there will be lots of talking and laughing, punctuated by cones of
frites and bottles of Stella. My sisters and I have a good time together.
At least, we do when we’re not being critical, jealous, or snippety toward one another. But I don’t think we could be sisters, by definition, if we didn’t frustrate, annoy, and infuriate one another, even as we support, protect, and love one another. Fortunately, now that Lori, Wendy, and I are in our 30s, we seem more capable than ever of maximizing the love and minimizing the snippetiness.
Yep, sisters are a good time—and they’re also a good source of rides.
Mine are anyway. In my years of car-free-ness, they’ve generously helped me on my way to destinations more times than I count. Here are a couple notable times:
- Lori once took me and everything I own across a good portion of the country when I moved back to Indiana from
D.C. Not only did she allow me to pack her two-year-old CRV to the roof, but she didn’t complain when I insisted we stop every two hours to check on my pride and joy mounted on a bike rack lashed to the hatchback trunk.
- Wendy once drove me to the Cologne train station, an hour and half away from her house, at 4 a.m., so I could take a train to Frankfurt to catch my flight back to the States—a nocturnal journey that saved me $200 and cost her three hours of sleep on a workday.
I could think of more times that my big sisters have saved my little car-free butt, but you get the idea.
Sisters are cool, especially mine.