Yesterday, I drove my brother and his new wife to the airport in Minneapolis so they could catch a plane- To Anchorage, Alaska, where they will be spending the next three years. My newly acquried sister-in-law is in the air force and is stationed there for the rest of her enlistment term.
I cried. My mom cried. My brother cried... Ok, we all cried. A lot.
I realized on the drive home, with my mother sobbing in the passenger seat, that some of my tears weren't the sad goodbye kind. I will miss my brother, of course, but, the more I think about it, I cried for something else too.
I'm jealous.
Dan and Desiree are starting a new life in someplace different. Somewhere away from home, forced to support themselves, thrown everyday into something new and exciting and terrifying, expected to lean on each other to form a solid marriage that will last. And here I remain, the days running together in an uncreative line, the same scenery and same drama and same...well, everyting.
My brother is going places. I'm going crazy.
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Crazy is still a place.
You're not alone though.
I'm jealous, too.
And crazy... I'm slathered in it.
*Cringes, laughs, and gets a little turned on.*
All at the same time. That's talent, kid.
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