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My sister, mom and I have covered a lot of ground together.
When my sister started the college application process, we took a tour of colleges across the country.
During this girls-only road trip, we drove to several institutions of higher education including Carnegie University in Pittsburgh, Hobart and William Smith College in Geneva, New York, Lehigh in Bethlehem, Penn., and Notre Dame in Ann Arbor, Mich.
I still remember all three of us guffawing at the gas station sign at some roadside stop that read, “Eat here, get gas” and how we accidentally walked into a wedding reception at one of the hotels.
The girls’ adventures continued across the Atlantic Ocean, too. While our father took a business trip to Manchester, England, the three of us boarded trains and roamed through Chester, London, York and Oxford. We fell in love with hot pastry sandwiches during those outings.
Whether we were touring a European city or driving down Main Street USA, it always felt as though I was spending time with my two best friends rather than with my mom and older sister. We joked, teased and gossiped.
The three of us have done more than just rack up the travel mileage; we have covered a lot of distance in our relationships to one another.
We’ve been at each other’s throats. There’s been a lot of shouting, crying and door slamming. But like true best friends, we forgave and grew smarter.
On the flip side, there were times we offered each other a helping hand.
For instance, no matter where my sister and her husband lived, our mother was always by her side for the birth of each of her children. And when I lost my first job, my sister invited me to come and live with her family.
Yep, the three of us have covered a lot of territory. I realized, however, as the three of us ran errands around Santa Fe this past weekend, some things have remained constant. We still love to browse the stores, we love a good laugh and we still hold each other’s company in high regard.
I find it miraculous that no matter what happens to us, no matter how far we travel or how many ordeals we encounter, we still come back home as family.