Spending A Month With My Sister V202406 -

For now, I have 847 new photos on my phone, a new appreciation for oat milk, and a sister who—despite the icebox temperatures, the passive-aggressive spreadsheets, and the bagpipe neighbor—is still my favorite human.

Living with a sister is like having a subscription to a premium clothing rental service, except the "rental fee" is just her yelling, "Is that my sweater?" from the other room. My closet doubled in size, though I’m pretty sure I’m still missing three pairs of socks and my favorite Claw clip. 3. Productivity vs. "The Rot" spending a month with my sister v202406