The house is a little lonely. Jeremy left the country a week ago, and even though I lived by myself for a bit, and Jam by himself, I haven't really lived in this house without any siblings yet. As much as I can appreciate the silence and privacy,this house seems like it's meant to be shared. All his stuff is still here, but so was mine when I left. Even some of Josh's still lingers...as though maybe we can never really be gotten rid of.
We did have our goodbye, though maybe sloppy and meshed with other things, but it was a sound goodbye. My hope is to revisit Europe in a few months, and explore some of the places I didn't catch the first time around. And have a grand ol' adventure with the younger brother because, well, you need to have a grand ol' adventure with each of your siblings.
A friend told me the other day that what I had, what I have, is not normal. My suburban home with all family members intact is not normal; the small distances between us and stupid squabbles which I've always believed to be burdensome and "not normal" were so far from comparison to the rest of the world's not normal. I've learned over the past , and am still learning, that my "not normalcy" is quite the blessing and one I should be thankful for daily.
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