Dear continuation of the holidays,

Erika and I usually have brief goodbyes. Probably because it's too painful.

I wondered if other people saw us hug at the airport and thought we may have been sisters.

It would make sense. A lot of the time, i tell people that she's basically the same person as I am, but like 32.96 times smarter.

So she ends up, a lot of the time, putting up with my stupidity. But at least I got to see her.

I love her dearly. And I love when the holidays bring dear ones together.