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my little sister In the early morning hours at work I cranked out a letter to my sister Hope in Texas. My parents said that she liked my last one, which was nice considering the one that I wrote before it was returned to me by the post office. I'm not sure if the military made a mistake with the address or if the post office did. Now that I got some positive feedback I started to think that maybe I should write her more often. If I can scrawl a few words here on a daily basis, I would hope that I could find the time to send a letter to my sister. Nineteen years old seems so far away to me, but at the moment it is her world. I almost envy her. Everything is new and exciting. It is her first time away from home and since she is in the military she can't just leave and come back. I didn't do anything as dramatic when I was nineteen. I took a much more safe route than her. I went to a state college and left on the weekends to see high school friends. I put so much time and effort toward maintaining something that has no meaning for me now. I can't fathom what made that small little town so appealing to me. Why would I want to limit myself to a small farm town where there is so much to see in the world. I'm not sure whether Hope sees her current situation the same way that I do. She really is on the edge of the rest of her life. Sure that may sound overly dramatic, but I want her to succeed. When I was her age I was in my second semester of college struggling to bring up my grade point average after a less than spectacular first semester. To be blunt I was on academic probation, because I had done so poorly. In hindsight the credit load that I had taken was way too much for me, but I didn't know any better at the time. Of course I have always been one to learn things the hard way. I wish that I had kept a journal then. Now all that I have are memories filtered through time. If I had written one the entries would have been filled wih tales of my slightly older, but very hyperactive roommate who thoughtfully came down with mono. Nothing better than having a roommate who slept all of the time.
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