Farewell

This week, I live in an emptier house.

We just sent off my sister as my dad drives her to university in the capital – and it’s a very coherent feeling that you get, when all of this finally settles in – she’s not going to live here anymore. It’s one of those things that live in the background of the stage as the drama of life plays out in all its vibrancy and vivacity, one of those things that you never notice, but when it’s gone, things don’t feel right; smack right in the middle of Act III and the trees, the birds and the haunted castle disappear.

There’s a sickeningly permanent feeling; of knowing that I now have a thirty-three percent chance of guessing who’s at the door. that there won’t be a girl blasting The Band Perry late at night, that the third floor is now empty.