Welcome Home

Last weekend, I got something back that had been missing in my life for a while. No, not my Topshop store card or my small appetite (both I've accepted have dissappeared forever). I had something return that money can't buy, something that smells sweeter than Grandmas kitchen, something that I treasure more than my Jaeger coat. Well, almost.

My little sister.

Okay, at 20 years old she is not so little, but her waist is considerably smaller than mine and I can just about peer over her head when she stands near me. She returned from a 3 month internship across the pond. It was a fantastic opportunity for her, and she took full advantage of it. I was of course beyond excited about my playmate heading home, but part of me felt sad. She had a taste of 'the good life' and I'm pretty sure that my TV broadcasting re-runs of Come Dine with Me could never match the bright lights of New York City.

Since her return, her diary has been packed out with work, socialising and of course, sleeping. In fact, I probably spoke to her more whilst she was away than now she's back in the motherland.

Regardless of her not being within arms reach of me everyday, I still sleep better at night knowing she is back on British soil. Primarily because my slumber will no longer be interrupted by a 3am Skype call.  

I am one of three sisters, the middle one to be precise, and yes, it is true what they say about middle child syndrome, which according to the Urban Dictionary (an invaluable source) is described as ‘an emotional scarring condition’. I wholeheartedly agree. My eldest sister, quite easily the most hardworking woman I have ever known, no longer lives under the same roof as myself and the small waisted one, but we try to meet up as often as possible. Collectively, the three of us go together better than a bacon, lettuce and tomato bap. 

I have decided that there is no better companion (not even a Labrador) that is better than a sister, and I am lucky to have two of the best!

...Wow, on a cheese scale, that was definitely a Parmesan. I better stop grating.

Natalie x

The deliciously nutty, white chocolate brownies I baked to thank my sister for coming back to me.