To my sister who moved across the country three years ago and who I don't say this to enough. I think about you every single day. Not in a sad way, in a proud way. You took the hardest version of the path and you did it alone and you're doing so well. I brag about you to people who have never met you. I brag about you to strangers at parties. I love you and I miss you and you should call more but I know you're busy and I'm not complaining, I'm just saying the door is always open and so is my phone and I'm always here.