I always knew this day would come, I've been dreading it for awhile. Ive never been good at goodbyes, while this one is temporary it's still hard. As I walk up the UNC dorm stairs lugging some pillows and blankets I thought about what I would say. Should I tell him good luck or to be responsible? What words can express how much I would miss him even though he is only 30 minutes away. Walking down the hallway to his new room I thought about our memories. Me and Graham were so competitive as kids. Always seeing who could fight better with a stick, who could do the better cartwheel, who could run faster; all the normal things kids do. Even though we have always competed, I've always looked up to him. It's hard being the younger sister of the straight A, debate champ, school superstar student. Ive had so many expectations and judgements from my parents, teachers and fellow students. Honestly he's always won over me in school as him being the more dedicated one. Here he was in college; all his hard work paying off. I open the door to his dorm. Room
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My parents are in there setting up his new bed and putting his clothes into his new dresser. I set down the blankets and look at his new room. His blankets are dark blue and contrasting against the stark white block walls. His desk is neatly set up with his mac book and in the corner a picture of us. I remember that picture. It was over the summer, only a month ago on a cruise but in the moment, it felt like forever ago. I slowly realized that it would be the last cruise we would be on together. He would have summer jobs and work and I would have my own obligations. Soon we would grow apart and just become siblings instead of brother and sister. How do I say good bye to that? My moms crying signaled it was time for us to leave. First my dad got a hug then my sister and then it was me. I didn't say anything except that I loved him. I think that was enough. Why didn't I say anything? Because I didn't want to say
My parents are in there setting up his new bed and putting his clothes into his new dresser. I set down the blankets and look at his new room. His blankets are dark blue and contrasting against the stark white block walls. His desk is neatly set up with his mac book and in the corner a picture of us. I remember that picture. It was over the summer, only a month ago on a cruise but in the moment, it felt like forever ago. I slowly realized that it would be the last cruise we would be on together. He would have summer jobs and work and I would have my own obligations. Soon we would grow apart and just become siblings instead of brother and sister. How do I say good bye to that? My moms crying signaled it was time for us to leave. First my dad got a hug then my sister and then it was me. I didn't say anything except that I loved him. I think that was enough. Why didn't I say anything? Because I didn't want to say