So very different. She has always been conservative with money. I swear she still has dollars in the bank from our first jobs together. I bet I still owe her some bucks that I 'borrowed" back then. Trust me she will know.
She has never married, well one common law in Colorado years ago. Me? Many. A hopeless romantic and serial bride.
Julia? Almost a luddite. No computer, only got a cell phone a few years ago, still has a dial phone at home.
She would no more read this blog than I would go raise a barn. I'm actually more like to participate in a barn raising.
She has composted almost since birth and has never let a empty yogurt container go unused. I don't think she has ever thrown out a scrap of food. She has even traveled to visit me, from Michigan, with a sack full of leftovers.
She has a very difficult time "letting go" of both memories and things that evoke memories. This can be a problem as it may take 5 years to sort through the possessions of a dead parent. It can also be a blessing for me as she has kept various things of mine over the years that she feared I would move on and dispose of.
I was an only child and both my parents are dead. Julia is the repository of my history. As I am of hers.
I could make her laugh till she cried. We spent hours pouring over fashion magazines, smoked our first joint together, lost our virginity within hours of one another.
Hmm, guess I wasn't an only child after all.
And it sounds like a trip to Michigan should be in the offing this summer.
Seize the hour. Enjoy the light.