Tale of Two Sisters

My sister has been visiting with me for the past several days. I love her to death and every time we're around each other, I'm reminded how different we are. "Stolie," she quickly whispers to me from across the table at the French restaurant on Friday evening, "those two guys are ... kissing." My eyes follow her glance toward two guys who appear to be on a date. The restaurant is filled with people and, yes, some are probably dating; therefore, I reply plainly, "I think they're on a date." "New York," she says, "is just so ... free." My sister, as I am, is from the heartland of America. The difference between us is that one sister still lives in the heartland and the other sister only visits. One sister marries, buys a house and births two beautiful children that she loves and adores. The other sister is single, travels the world, pays too much rent $$$ and gently cares for two beautiful house plants that she loves and adores. For a million reasons, I think my sister and I are very similar and for a million reasons, I think we're very different. I'm dead tired from the extended weekend visit, but I'll write more in a bit when I return from the airport.