Graduation.
A time when one chapter in a young person's life ends, and another begins blablablah.
In two days my brother will graduate.
In 22 days he is leaving for EUROPE with Leland.
In a few months, he is going to MOVE OUT!!
That means that he won't be sleeping in the room next door to me anymore. He won't be around to watch stand-up comedy with me anymore. He won't help take some of my parent's heat off me. He won't randomly swing dance with me anymore. He won't reenact the Medieval Times fight scene from The Cable Guy with me in the kitchen with spatulas anymore.
I seriously can't imagine a school year without him.
I know he's only going to be in Dahlonega so he'll probably be back every weekend... but my world is falling apart right now, so I'm thinking people should stop discrediting my complaints. (In other words: SHUT UP AND LET ME WHINE!!!)
I mean, he's MY BROTHER!!! I read an article somewhere about how siblings play probably the largest role in somebody's life because parents will eventually pass away and your siblings are the people that you can pretty much be super-close with for your entire life.
I've never been away from him for longer than, like, a little over a week.
the real problem is that this isn't just going to be for a while. I can stand the month in Europe, because I know he'll be back.
But after he starts college, he's going to be GONE FOREVER. (Yes, I KNOW he'll be back on weekends and for holidays, that's not what I'm talking about.) He isn't going to LIVE with us. It's like he's not part of our family anymore. He's moving out.
Ok, so I'm not doing a very good job describing the ending of my life. Oh well, I don't care. This isn't about you, is it?
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PS. The first thing I'm going to do when he leaves (on June 11th for Europe) is clean our bathroom from top to bottom.
