Today, I find myself feeling a bit melancholy as I watch my brother’s room become emptier and emptier. At 20, he has moved away from home for the first time. He is trading cold winters for – as even the weather channel calls it – daily “abundant” sunshine. He is moving away from a town which prides itself on family picnics and near perfect grade point averages, to a place that boasts celebrity sightings, tattoo parlors and way too many girls. =)
California will be the perfect place for him.
Here I am, enrolled in coaching school, learning lessons about how to live a great life, how to be a great helper. In doing so, I have gained knowledge that I will value and re-value.
However, my brother,
the one who can be “inapropriate'” and out-of-the-box,
who can make you laugh when you feel like fighting,
who knows the best movie lines,
who swears too much and studies too little,
who only accepts true friends,
who lives life without apologizing,
who stands up for the right things,
who still sleeps under the Christmas tree, even when he’s way too big, just to appease his 23-year-old sister,
he is the one who has taught me the most.
Bon Voyage to you! A sunny life awaits.