Driving in a car with my Sister

Sitting in my Italian Villa, where the ceilings are high and the view from the window is something out of a movie. I find myself thinking of long car rides. Car rides that resulted in sore throats from screams of happiness. Where sitting in a parking lot of swings and slides were surrounded by tears running down my sister's face. Listening to a playlist of songs that made you think of me. I am brought back to loud ringing in my ears and the feeling of car vibrations from the speakers as I watched my sister in the passenger side of my car, harry, scream out to avoid darkness and twilight. 

Movies are something that I find myself relating to, quoting, and referencing daily. Drew Barrymore starred in a movie called, "Driving in Cars with Boys" and while I've never been in any of her situations personally I always found my version "Driving in a Car with my Sister".  

After long days of studying and harsh slaps of reality, I would find myself at the end of that day tip-toeing to my sister's room. My sister has always been able to make me laugh no matter what, and no matter where I am I would find my abs sore from the amount of laughter that would leave my body. 

- -Sailing our way across our carpets. Always eager to learn and play. From skating, singing, and screaming you’ve always been my best friend. I’ve always had you, a place to call home. Trying my best to guide you with my flashlight through this twilight story called life. --

On those quiet nights driving past the Circle-K, we were overwhelmed by the amount of darkness that surrounded us. Only having the headlights of our car to guide us through the one-way road. Overlooking the paper people in this paper town we always felt like the main characters. Never truly relating to those around us or being understood by those who taught us. We needed to escape the simulation of being cooped up in chaos. Screaming the words to "Falling" by Harry Styles allowed up to let go of the tension and sadness that was about to come. In those moments life was filled with teaspoons of sugar. 

Back to my Villa in Tuscany, I shuffle music on my Youtube mix and try writing my third essay of the week. I stop the fast typing as my grind of Machiavelli comes to an abrupt stop. 

"In Massachusetts, only thirty minutes from Alewife

I lay in my room-...." starts running through my single AirPod. The thought of you passes by the notes of music that are gazing through my head. The sweet mellow sound of Clairo reminds me of our CD player in our car Harry.  My aux cord had broken so we resulted to the CD player to keep us company. The first song that always played was "Alewife" a song we loved the most sitting in a car with the windows rolled down we could feel the fresh air hitting our faces. Wishing we were smelling the salty seawater that reflected the time we spent in San Diego.  

I miss my sister most days, wishing that I could bring her along on the journey I take, but I know that the one she is about to have is something that is just for her. So I'll reminisce on the memories I have and on the wind that will forever be stuck in my hair.