Real-life stuff: Well, the ball finally dropped.
My brother is officially in Iraq with the United States Army.
I honestly had myself fooled in thinking that he would never have to go to Iraq, because they had told him that he was going three other times before and they kept holding off. He's been 'going to Iraq/Korea/Afghanistan for over a year now.
I talked to him a few day's ago - the army gives the family just a few days notice the actual date the soldiers are deployed - and he seemed okay. He said it was fine, and he'd be fine and that he was bringing his x-box, his guitar and books and that it all fit into one box that he'd shipped out weeks ago. He said Ana and the baby were in good spirits and that everyone was okay and that he was going to really miss Queenie, his cat.
I said, 'It feels surreal'. And he said, 'that's exactly it.'
I've not ever been especially close to my brother. We never went to the same schools, because he was always privately educated and my parents sent me to public school for the most part. That and we are three grades apart.
We love each other, but, I never was very good at communicating with him for various reasons, so we mostly talk about really irrelevant stuff like Family Guy or we would play the newest guitar songs we had just learned for each other. I usually do my best to make people laugh and keep things light like that.
I'm really sad about it. About everything. I think I'm being dumb.
About a month ago I bought my ticket to fly home for Thanksgiving, cause that's what we always did for Thanksgiving, but about two weeks ago my mom texted me and said that her and my dad were going to Aruba for Thanksgiving. The ticket was non-refundable and they felt bad so they bought me groceries, but, I feel like bad communication in my family is starting to take its toll on me.
I'm sure I'll feel better once exams are over, and I've skyped with RJ and my parents tell me about their fabulous beach vacation and I've eaten my weight in Chinese food. But right now?
Everything feels really surreal.
I honestly had myself fooled in thinking that he would never have to go to Iraq, because they had told him that he was going three other times before and they kept holding off. He's been 'going to Iraq/Korea/Afghanistan for over a year now.
I talked to him a few day's ago - the army gives the family just a few days notice the actual date the soldiers are deployed - and he seemed okay. He said it was fine, and he'd be fine and that he was bringing his x-box, his guitar and books and that it all fit into one box that he'd shipped out weeks ago. He said Ana and the baby were in good spirits and that everyone was okay and that he was going to really miss Queenie, his cat.
I said, 'It feels surreal'. And he said, 'that's exactly it.'
I've not ever been especially close to my brother. We never went to the same schools, because he was always privately educated and my parents sent me to public school for the most part. That and we are three grades apart.
We love each other, but, I never was very good at communicating with him for various reasons, so we mostly talk about really irrelevant stuff like Family Guy or we would play the newest guitar songs we had just learned for each other. I usually do my best to make people laugh and keep things light like that.
I'm really sad about it. About everything. I think I'm being dumb.
About a month ago I bought my ticket to fly home for Thanksgiving, cause that's what we always did for Thanksgiving, but about two weeks ago my mom texted me and said that her and my dad were going to Aruba for Thanksgiving. The ticket was non-refundable and they felt bad so they bought me groceries, but, I feel like bad communication in my family is starting to take its toll on me.
I'm sure I'll feel better once exams are over, and I've skyped with RJ and my parents tell me about their fabulous beach vacation and I've eaten my weight in Chinese food. But right now?
Everything feels really surreal.