A brief history of the sister trip

I should be in Montreal right now

I’m supposed to be in Montreal this weekend. I wasn’t even planning to write a post for this week, because I was going to leave Thursday morning, meet two of my sisters in Canada, and then return to the UK on Monday morning.

It would have been a frivolous trip. I felt a bit guilty booking it back in July, asking my husband several times what he thought. “Do whatever you want,” he said, genuinely, like he always does. It’s one of the perks of having no children, or even pets at the moment.

Jess had tried to talk all of us (six sisters) into going, and succeeded in basically only me, and then Vanessa because I agreed to go. Jess convinced me it made more sense for me to fly west than for her to fly east, given the time difference. It was a strong point, and the flight wasn’t too expensive. Plus, I feel bad for living so far away from them, so I was pretty easily swayed.