I I Could Only Apparate...

So, it's seriously KILLING me that I'm not home right now. Like honestly, I haven't been this homesick all semester. I've become really accustomed to college life, and the homesickness had sort of all but gone away until now. Except this time there's a specific reason for it, not just generally missing home. My sister Amy is in Cabaret this weekend and I just hate so SO MUCH that I can't be there. You see, the two years that we were in high school together, I was an upper classmen. In the world of high school choir/theatre that essentially translates into it's your time in the spotlight. Amy was my biggest supporter the entire time. She would always be by my side giving me pep talks before I went on stage, and would be the first one to run up and give me a hug and tell me how proud she was of me. She's truly my best friend, and I don't think she ever truly knew how much her support meant to me. I know so many people who don't get along with there siblings, and I'm so blessed to have a sister who is my best friend. Now, Amy's a junior and it's her well-deserved turn in the spotlight. Amy has worked her butt off and is so dedicated to music, especially musical theater. She is just so talented and an amazing person as well! I hope that she knows how truly proud I am of her and how truly sad I am that I can't be there in the audience! I'll be thinking of her this weekend! Oh and of course my beautiful senior soprano loves Robin and Sydney too! Even though I can't be there in person, my thoughts are in Virginia this weekend!! If I could only apparate, I would be in Virginia in a heartbeat! Darn you airlines and your ridiculously expensive prices...

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