A Room of My Own

It's been a while since I've truly posted a blog on here, and I felt tonight was a good time because of what's on my mind.

My whole life, I grew up sharing a room, so I never knew what it was like to have an entire room to myself. I grew up so used to seeing a cluttered room with things everywhere and just the minimum amount of space. Anyways, I come home from work, and the first thing I notice is that the lights in the room aren't on and my brother's car is gone, so I think that he just went out or something. I walk in and ask my little sister where our brother is. She tells me that he moved out. I go to my room, turn on the lights, look around, and, the next thing I know, tears start streaming out of my eyes. I stand there in silence as the tears keep coming. I knew that he had been slowly packing here and there the past few weeks, but I didn't think it would be this soon.

To me, it feels as if a part of me's gone permanently. Growing up, he was the one that got me into the games that I'm into now. By not holding back whenever we played, he pushed myself to be better. We never really spoke with each other much, but we've always had an understanding and sense of respect between us. We watched out for each other without having to ask.

I guess what makes me feel so bad is that I feel that he's being forced out of the house because of our older sister. A part of me also feels that it should've been me that moved out of the house because it technically was his room.

*sigh*

It just feels so empty now...

I guess the least I could do is make the best of this opportunity. This is definitely going to take some getting used to.