dropped my brother off in philadelphia for upenn and i’m still crying when i remember seeing him getting teary-eyed on the curb because we’re leaving him in this big city all alone and i didn’t have enough time to hug him once more before dad drove off
i doubt he cried when he left, at most he was just very sad but i’m literally sobbing because my baby brother is in philadelphia and in two sundays i’ll be in michigan and we’ll be 9 hours apart for the first time and he’s such a fragile child in a big city
and yes yes he’s 18 and i’m sure he’ll be fine, i mean he wanted to go and all but i’m just so sad that he’s gone
but mostly because him leaving precedes me leaving for michigan, and the house will be childless for the first time in 21 years. it means things and changing and we’re all getting older. change terrifies me.