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Dishes everywhere, piles of stuff, no space is empty. Blown up photos of our last-summer sunburns still cover the dining room wall, laid over the jagged map of southeast asia and everywhere afflicted by the tsunami over a year ago that my father carefully pieced together from many printed out map pieces. That particular clutter, perpetual mess that means home. I've been wondering how this place will look if and when they leave, and some other family takes ownership.
My little sister's going on anti-depressants for PMS-related depression. My brother received a really nice "champion(employee) of the month" plaque from Wood Castle, and he was the runner up for it the month before that. I just realized that my parents turn 50 this year. 40 was mature, middle aged, but it certainly wasn't old. 50 is old, the beginning of the descent. My dad will never lose that certain childish element that keeps him seeming youngish, which makes it harder to see him at 50. Max is hanging on, but his time is just about up. My room is still like it was, almost three years after I left for school.
Apparently if I want to get in touch with my little-kid self, all I need to do is buy a Nestle Crunch bar.
In a little more than two months I turn 21, and I'm really not sure how to feel about it.
Time's a bitch.
My little sister's going on anti-depressants for PMS-related depression. My brother received a really nice "champion(employee) of the month" plaque from Wood Castle, and he was the runner up for it the month before that. I just realized that my parents turn 50 this year. 40 was mature, middle aged, but it certainly wasn't old. 50 is old, the beginning of the descent. My dad will never lose that certain childish element that keeps him seeming youngish, which makes it harder to see him at 50. Max is hanging on, but his time is just about up. My room is still like it was, almost three years after I left for school.
Apparently if I want to get in touch with my little-kid self, all I need to do is buy a Nestle Crunch bar.
In a little more than two months I turn 21, and I'm really not sure how to feel about it.
Time's a bitch.