On this day, two years ago, I visited Las Vegas for the first time. It was my first time traveling alone as well as traveling to the West Coast. I had never been this far west. I was excited to finally travel for myself and not because I had to.
I was out of my comfort zone flying on my own. When my aunt dropped me off, she said not to be afraid to ask questions. I asked quite a bit because of how much was going on at the airport. The KCI airport I left from was small, not many people were there because it was early and Kansas rarely has anyone visit. Since I have moved here, I have been asked the question, “so what is in Kansas?” Literally, nothing. Last year when I flew here again to visit, as I was taking my flight to back Kansas and we were landing some guy goes, “Hey there’s I-70!” Everyone groaned.
When I arrived at McCarren, I was overwhelmed, but also overjoyed. There were so many people, so many signs and lots of slot machines. They were everywhere. I got lost a few times. It took me a while to figure out that the baggage claim arrows meant that I was supposed to stay in the middle and not stray from the path. Thinking about now, it’s kind of funny.
I was visiting because my younger sister wanted to go to a concert and we decided to meet down there. I hadn’t seen her in over a year since she moved away. As I have mentioned before, my sister and I do not get along. I have many of stories of fights and disputes that we had, rather than actual times where we enjoyed our each other’s company. However, distance had done us a favor and made closer. It seemed the further we were away from each other the better. I was nervous to be spending four days with her.
We went site seeing, walked up the Strip and visited a few shops. I wanted to take in everything, but my sister wanted to rush through. I would stop to take a picture and she tell me, “You’re such a tourist.”
When she said that, it made me feel awful. I didn’t take very many pictures after that. I didn’t get a chance to enjoy my time and soak up the experiences I gained.
We went to the mall to go shopping for the concert. This is when I noticed that my sister was not the same as I remember. She wanted to shop at stores that I had never heard like Urban Outfitters, Zara and Top Shop. As I was looking around, I noticed I really couldn’t afford some of the things in the store. She shopped on the sales rack, but it to me it felt like a waste. I tried to take her word and try it out. I hesitantly bought a shirt.
We had a long drive to the concert so we spent a few hours in the car. My sister isn’t much of a small talker, she has always been someone that likes to hold a meaningful conversation.I grew frustrated when she kept “back seat driving.” She yelled at me when I almost an exit.
“Well, you should have told me two miles back! Not at the last minute!”
Traffic was heavy. Heavier than I’m used to, which made it difficult for me to merge lanes. We spent the rest of the car ride in silence.
The concert was great. We really didn’t have talk to each other.
I snapped. We got into a fight on my last day. I was tired of her constant nagging and thinking she was better than everyone and above everything. It was as if Kansas was the worse part of her life and everyone there is stupid for staying. We didn’t speak for the rest of time.
It would be a month before I talk to her again. Since then, I have reminded myself that I will never be like her. I will never think I’m better than anyone. I will never forget where I came from. And I certainly will not talk to people the way she does. It’s as if she forgot. She forgot what she used to be. People change, I understand that, but some people don’t always change for the better. I wasn’t the same person I was a few years ago, but I believe I have changed for the better. My sister, on the other hand, changed for the worse.
I don’t know if we will ever truly get along with each other.