Two weeks. That’s when my cousin will get married. And then, my sister will go back home.
I get tears in my eyes just thinking about it. I’ll be so lonely here without her.
I remember when I first moved out on my own. I was so sad I went back home to my aunts that same weekend. But then I got used to it and had something to look forward to — my sister would be coming soon.
When she came, the apartment was still practically empty. Together we built it up to be a home. And now I’m so used to coming home and having her here that I can’t imagine what it will be like without her.
These are selfish tears though. I know that if she stays, she will be settling for a job she does not really want. If she goes, she’ll be able to tie up loose ends and come back next year for the job she really DOES want.
Next year. That seems so far away. I don’t think I was made for living alone. Even when I moved into dorms in college, I was surrounded by family and friends. It’s so nice to come home to people who care about you, and share your day with them.
I think I’m going to start crying again. Selfish tears, but lonely tears.
