As children, my brother, sister and I were always very close. We made everything an adventure – inventing imaginary worlds and secret languages, creating characters and acing out scenes, telling improvised stories and laughing about silly things long after we were supposed to be asleep. When we moved from one town to the next, with a new start and a new set of faces, we always had each other to keep ourselves company.
As adults, this unwavering bond remains, but the tragic nature of growing up is that as you blossom into your new self, you inevitably grow apart from your siblings as new interests are pursued, new opportunities are found, and new stories are told. Our childhood adventures are simply memories now, each part of the long ribbon of consciousness we call life. As we grow up our bodies change, with new cells replacing the old. Our minds evolve with the knowledge we take in, constantly reshaped by the things we see, our experiences, the food we eat, the people we meet, the places we visit, our habits, our passions, sex, work, pain, sickness and everything in between.
But our consciousness remains the same.
When I found out my sister was leaving California to pursue a wonderful career opportunity in Texas, I knew this would be a major junction in our timeline together. I rounded up my brother and Caryn to pay her a visit, and soak up the sea breeze one last time before she left. I did not intend to take as many photos as I did, but as the day continued, I found myself fascinated by our new place in the greater world around us, as well as the other families present in their different stages of growth and development.
Whether you’re two or one hundred and two, you're still you. And it’s what you make of it that counts.