"We’re so busy watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are."
After what seemed like an eternity, it's happening. In 10 days I will leave the continent I have called home my entire life. That's right, I am gone. While I am very excited for this new adventure, and excited to see my darling Australian, today I am sad.
My brother was in for Thanksgiving this week. Not just my brother but my niece, my sister-in-law and her brother and sister. We had a lot of fun, laughed, hung out.
Last night my brother and I went out for coffee, there is a local coffee shop in town here, but it was after 8 and although they closed at 9, the guy was already mopping the floors, so we decided to just walk and talk around the streets of this small town. About an hour and a half later we headed to Sheetz where I introduced my brother to steamers. When we pulled back in the drive way, he took my hand and prayed with me and told me he loved me. This is what big brothers are supposed to do.
I remember when he first finished college I had just started and coming home for the summer meant visiting him a lot. I remember staying up all hours at his house eating cookie dough and drinking ginger ale. Sometimes we would have a socked feet rubber band war. I remember sitting on the couch quoting lines from calvin and hobbes and we both had read the books so much we merely referenced the page number and we both would laugh all over again.
I remember sitting in the next room while he dialed a girls phone number 20 times, hanging up before it started ringing because he didn't know what to say.
I remember when he was engaged to his wife and we took the craziest road trip ever to surprise my grandpa for Christmas. We drove 13 hours, had dinner and breakfast with grandpa and then drove back, forgoing the steak and shake milkshake in indiana, and then craving one the entire day until we were 30 mins from home and found another steak and shake. We are crazy folk.
Somehow in my whole life, I have always felt the odd one of the bunch, at work, at school and sometimes at home. My brother makes me feel like it's ok to be odd, and being odd is beautiful.
So today we said goodbye, not knowing when we would see each other next. He gave me a hug and started to cry, and I did too. I bequeathed my complete calvin and hobbes collection to his watch care. He will have to call me up and tell me about the joke on page 156...
My brother was in for Thanksgiving this week. Not just my brother but my niece, my sister-in-law and her brother and sister. We had a lot of fun, laughed, hung out.
Last night my brother and I went out for coffee, there is a local coffee shop in town here, but it was after 8 and although they closed at 9, the guy was already mopping the floors, so we decided to just walk and talk around the streets of this small town. About an hour and a half later we headed to Sheetz where I introduced my brother to steamers. When we pulled back in the drive way, he took my hand and prayed with me and told me he loved me. This is what big brothers are supposed to do.
I remember when he first finished college I had just started and coming home for the summer meant visiting him a lot. I remember staying up all hours at his house eating cookie dough and drinking ginger ale. Sometimes we would have a socked feet rubber band war. I remember sitting on the couch quoting lines from calvin and hobbes and we both had read the books so much we merely referenced the page number and we both would laugh all over again.
I remember sitting in the next room while he dialed a girls phone number 20 times, hanging up before it started ringing because he didn't know what to say.
I remember when he was engaged to his wife and we took the craziest road trip ever to surprise my grandpa for Christmas. We drove 13 hours, had dinner and breakfast with grandpa and then drove back, forgoing the steak and shake milkshake in indiana, and then craving one the entire day until we were 30 mins from home and found another steak and shake. We are crazy folk.
Somehow in my whole life, I have always felt the odd one of the bunch, at work, at school and sometimes at home. My brother makes me feel like it's ok to be odd, and being odd is beautiful.
So today we said goodbye, not knowing when we would see each other next. He gave me a hug and started to cry, and I did too. I bequeathed my complete calvin and hobbes collection to his watch care. He will have to call me up and tell me about the joke on page 156...
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