Well - my life isn't QUITE that awesome. I'm no Tia or Tamara but I am a twin!
In fact, this past weekend my twin sister Megan was in town and we had a blast together. She lives in Bellingham, WA - just 80 miles north of Seattle! She moved to WA state last August and it's the first time we've lived within 400 miles of each other since 2001.
When most people think of twins they think of these inseparable clones walking around who can't do anything apart.
My story is a little different ...
My story is a little different ...
Born prematurely, like most twins, my sister and I spent many of our first days apart. In fact, after my mom gave birth to us we were put in separate hospitals for a while. Our folks were subjected to grueling commutes every day to visit us at hospitals 30 miles apart.
Megan and I are fraternal twins. (Do you smell a science lesson coming on?)
Identical twins are the twins that look the same. People always forget the word fraternal.. so in layman's terms we're the "twins that don't look alike." Basically we're two completely individual people that resulted in two eggs and two sperm all meeting up and being fertilized at the same time. Sounds so weird to use the word "fertilized" when talking about people. Sounds more like I'm talking about a lawn or something!
Anyway - growing up we seemed to not only look different but we had totally different personalities, tastes, and hobbies. It always felt really special to be a twin but people expected us to be exactly alike. Looking different from each other made a lot of people think we were just siblings and for many years we joked with people that she was my older sister.
By the time we were in Junior High and High School we were going through those awkward, angry phases just like every other teen. Having to go through it together wasn't fun at all! You'd think you'd have someone who understands the voice cracking, the weird body hairs sprouting, the pimples, etc - but twins by nature are competitive people. From the minute you're born people compare you. It felt terrible to be young and feel like you're constantly in a race with someone. Who has better grades? Who graduated from the training bra phase? Who is getting the boys attention? Being a teenager can be hard enough - being a teen aged twin felt impossible!
After a year of high school and a year of fighting, our parents decided that it was best to separate us. I was shipped off to another local high school and from then on we were essentially forced to create our own social networks. Instead of leaning on one another to make friends and join cliques, we were separated not just by classrooms, but actual school campuses. At this age it made it hard for us to relate to one another. All along I think we both desperately wanted to be friends but the constant comparisons made hating each other feel so easy.
Fast forward to my move to Seattle. Megan had been living in Santa Barbara, CA since 2001 (after HS graduation.) I'd moved to Mexico, then Boston, then to Sonoma County, I was all over the map. Landing in Seattle I felt like I had claimed an entire state for myself. Megan had CA and I had WA. Perfect! Although we were older and we were better friends than ever, it was nice to feel like we had marked our own territories on the map.
Last year (2008) Megan started to research colleges. Among the best schools for her particular major was a school in WA state. After a few phone calls we were both excited about the very real possibility that we'd live near one another. Initially I felt like I had claimed this state.. "hey, there are 49 other states!" but that thought lasted all of about 3 seconds in my head.
People always say that siblings get closer with age and it's so true. We've been living near one another for a year now and I see her as much as I can. I make trips up north, she makes trips down south ... it's been a blast! We're still just as different as ever but part of growing up is being accepting of that. We figure out what we have in common and spend quality time together doing those specific activities.
This weekend was fun. We were apart for a few months while she was off in Europe on a school related trip. Not having her to hang out with or to call when I needed an ear was difficult. Heck ... she was in town just 2 days ago and I miss her already!
Like the blog title says ... "Never knew how much I missed ya! Sista ... SISTA!"