Staggering Down Memory Lane

Well guess who I found, or rather, who found me -- my sister, who I threw out of my life back in... 2003? Because I just couldn't take her any more. Anyway, I signed up on the Site Unmentionable, for reasons, and figured while I'm there, I might as well use it to look up some people from the past. Of course, that went absolutely nowhere, because I'm inept at Faceb--I mean the Site That Shall Not Be Named. Which is a horrorshow of a place, it's as cluttered and unnavigable as Myspace was. (I set up a site on Myspace once and then couldn't figure out how to use it, not being a teenage white boy into Eminem and party drugs.) Anyway, I would check in every once in a while. Put up some cat photos. And then, I found a message, which was put there back in July. Oops. 

To make a long story short, we contacted each other, she still calls herself by the same wacky name she was using back then, still lives with the same guy -- they actually got married about five years ago, so she's official and everything -- and still likes purple. Her health doesn't sound great (diabetes, she hurt her knee and was "never the same" (trouble walking), is on anti-seizure meds), but she seems to be taking care of her health and actually quit drinking and smoking a few years ago, which was a major driver of her worst problems imho. Her husband, who struck me back then as kind of a hopeless shlub, actually seems to be a great person. He's stuck with her for over 20 years which is something a lot of people don't do.

They live in one of those tiny efficiencies in the less nice part of Little Havana, which makes my brain interested--a neighborhood I could afford to live in in Miami! But I still would rather live in/near Homestead. I told her I was planning on moving back, and she seemed happy about that. She has two cats, which is also nice. She's keeping herself safe from covid, and believes in wearing a mask. She tells me they want to move to a better place--if what she says about her husband's earnings is true, they can afford it. 

So that's an interesting development in my life. It went better than expected. I think we've both grown up a bit -- she's calmed down a lot and is taking care of herself, I've become less of a judgy sourpuss (I vent all that on idiots on Twitter). Who knows what the future brings, but it makes me less nervous about moving back to the hometown to know where she is and what her life is like. Now all I have to worry about is running into some ex-friends. Don't want to go down that particular road again.