I apologized. She apologized. We both cried. Then we spent an hour looking up “how to fold a fitted sheet” on YouTube and failing miserably together.
But I still think about that month. The version of us from January 2025. The version that proved we could show up for each other in the messy, mundane, magnificent middle of adult life. spending a month with my sister v202501 ya best
A month is long enough to fight and make up. Long enough to see their morning face and their stressed face and their truly relaxed face. Long enough to remember why they were your first friend, your first enemy, and your first defender. I apologized
Here is everything I learned, laughed at, cried over, and will carry with me from spending a month with my sister v202501 . In early 2025, my sister—let’s call her Jess—was going through a transition. A breakup. A lease ending. The kind of adult turbulence where you need a soft place to land. I lived three states away, working remotely, and one night on a tearful phone call, I said the sentence that changed everything: “What if I just come to you? For a whole month?” Then we spent an hour looking up “how
v202501 became our internal project code. Version 2025, January. The reboot of us. The first seven days are a lie. You are both on your best behavior.
I burst into tears in front of the DiGiorno.