I’ve lived with my sister for my entire life. Almost 28 years.
Today was the last day we will have lived together.
As I mentioned a few posts ago, my sister is moving out. This was always going to happen, especially after I met my girlfriend. The pandemic came at exactly the wrong time, in that regard. The three of us lived together for almost a year – a situation that none of us wanted – and that accelerated things. We very much need our own spaces to be our own people.
Moving is a stressful thing, pandemic or not, hence why I’ve been posting later at night the past few days. I need to queue up a post for tomorrow as I write this, because tomorrow will probably be too draining.
Tomorrow is moving day.
The past year was full of ups and downs. That’s about as stupid and obvious a sentence as I could have written, but it’s true. I’ll look back fondly on the fun we all had together, and remember that the rougher times are why it’s good this is happening.
I’m really genuinely excited to move past the last year, and to live with my girlfriend. I’ve never lived with a partner before. But my sister has been my best friend and one of the most important people in my life for as long as I can remember, so I’m feeling wistful.
There’s so much I can’t wait to do and be and enjoy. And plenty that I’ll miss, as well. I think this move will strengthen all relationships involved.
Time to cut this off now. Lots to do tomorrow!
I also want to take a minute to thank all the folks who have followed and liked my posts in the past week or so. I really appreciate it, whether you’re bots or not. And if you’re not, I hope you like what you’ve been reading.
More to come!