Living with my sister as an adult is the only living situation that has ever made sense to me and has been the best living experience. She is the best roommate Iāve ever had. And now Iām fearful of living with anyone else.
My sister was born when I was 2, so before I moved to college we had 16 years in training of living together by growing up together. When youāve known someone their entire life, you know them the best.Ā Ā
During my years of elementary I resented whenever sheād try to interject herself into my play dates, during puberty all I did was banish her from my room in horomonal rage, and in high school I was so busy with school and dance and the little social time I could carve out for my friends; that I barely saw her. But during lockdown I was unemployed and out of school so the only socialization I could garner, other than with my parents, was with my little sister.
We smoked a lot of weed together in 2020, and that changed things. Now she tries to kick me out of her bedroom when I want to pester her with my daily musings and she just wants to chill.
Iāve had many roommates before moving into an apartment with my sister almost two years ago. Most of those living situations and relationships combusted over: lack of communication, miscommunication, or poor communication. None of these has ever, or will ever cause my relationship with my sister to end, because she is my sister so naturally we say everything to each other with the utmost candor and bluntness and anything left unsaid is just mutually understood.
Normal roommate arguments that sometimes lead to catastrophic arguments or ends of friendships are resolved within 10 seconds to 5 minutes with my sister. If we have a fight and she slams her door, within the hour she will be DMing me IG reels from her room. When we clean each otherās hair from the shower drain itās less irritating knowing itās the same DNA.
Itās nice having an adult relationship with your sister because now you can talk about adult things: your fuck ass situationships, break ups, how mid the sex was, fears of the future and the present, etc. and you can watch the same music videos you watched as kids but in your own living room, on your own TV. You play the same old wii games on your old wii but in your apartment. The same games that you once played for entire full day periods as kids. She keeps me up to date on everything celebrity news-oriented because sheās on Twitter all day and Iām not, but she knows I appreciate being in the loop and knowing whatās of cultural relevance on any given day.
You can judge each others life choices loudly and bluntly because youāre sisters and thatās what youāre supposed to do. And it doesnāt turn into long term resentment because youāre still sisters:
Sheās only 20: and she still makes brutal drinking mistakes me and my friends used to makeāand some Iāve never madeā so Iāve earned the right to judge her in an older sister way.
And Iām only 22: so every date/situationship/sexual encounter I made in last year were all brutal in their own way⦠and she has earned the right to judge because sheās a lesbian. And my younger sister. I appreciate the judgement. She doesnāt understand why I entertain men undeserving of me and tells me to my face. and if Iām with a girl⦠she has harshly told me that I am not a lesbian because āI think and talk about men too much.ā
On the occasions sheās heard me cry or panic or spiral, she is actually concerned for my well-being, rather than how my mood state will affect her living situation. She knows when to text our mom because she knows she doesnāt always know how to help. I had a heart to heart with her and brought her wine the week of her break up.
Itās comforting to live with someone who understands you and knows you completely and wonāt let you not washing your dinner plate every-time kill a whole relationship.
And I will admit, sometimes my little sister takes care of me and takes care of things here, more than I do of her and for her; which makes me feel guilty as an older sibling⦠but being taken care of by family also makes me feel at home in a city that Iām not even sure I can earnestly call home yet. But in this apartment, I live with my family, and clichĆØ as it is: home is where the family is, where the heart isā and all these years later Iām back to sharing a bathroom with my sister who is my heart, and that does make it home.