Georgia On My Mind

The last few days have been quite monumental for my little sister Georgia, and consequently for my whole family. I say little sister, she is 18 years old and the reason it’s been a big few days is she has moved to Cardiff to study sociology at university. Which, with her being the baby of the family has rocked the boat.

This move has resulted in me going on a bit of a montage binge. Let me explain; I so very rarely walk along the street thinking about what is actually happening, things I’ve done that day or will do. More than likely, particularly with headphones in, I’m running through a sort of movie-montage style fantasy about things that did happen or might yet happen. For instance, yesterday I walked to work listening to Bon Jovi’s ‘Living On A Prayer’  absent mindedly reliving every time my friends from home and I have drunkenly gathered in a circle, linked arms and half shouted half slurred the very few words we know. It’s been ‘our’ song for a few years now so it’s a long and happy montage.  

Anyway, as usual I digress. I spent a lot of yesterday milling over scenes from my first week at Edinburgh University, the people I met in those first few mental days who came to be so important to me. It’s crazy how each of us has changed in a few years, and you can never guess just who out of all the people you encounter will change your life. For the most part though my montages have been mushy, sentimental type scenes of my sister and I through the years.  

Georgia might not remember, but in the week before I left home she stood at the top of the stairs and screamed at how she couldn’t wait for me to leave and slammed her bedroom door. Only to open it again milliseconds later, and come charging down the stairs with tears in her eyes saying she was sorry and she’d miss me. I cried a fair bit too, standard.

It might be an overload of emotion, but I don’t care (it’s my blog and I’ll cry if want to). I can’t get over how proud I am of her. The girl who was nicknamed ‘golden child’, was literally terrified of lying, and who some people walked all over is long gone (well not entirely - she’s still a bit golden sometimes). But unlike some people, when she blossomed into this confident, bright,  beautiful, opinionated and completely hilarious young woman I wasn’t remotely surprised.

Why? For one thing she’s a Hanson/Thoy girl, there was never really an alternative, she was always going to have that ‘spirit’ as my Grandpa calls it. Or perhaps it was because I was always the one on the receiving end of her sporadic feisty episodes (e.g. punching me in the face with a Bop-It Extreme).  Whatever it is, I’m not surprised, just proud, and it’s comforting as her sister that she goes off into the big bad world armed with all this.

Of course, that didn’t stop me texting her all day yesterday, calling about 6 times last night, and demanding to Skype this morning. 

Love you Baba Sis