Siblings: Can't live with them, can't live without them

Me (left) with my brother (right). I don't think we've changed much since this picture was taken.

Even though it's only early November, it finally hit me that my brother would be leaving for college next June. I myself will be moving by that time, so there's that, I guess. Not like there was or could be another alternative. Change has always been a thing I was okay with, especially since I moved around so much in my life and got used to meeting new people and leaving old friends. For some reason, however, saying good bye to my brother seems a bit different (will try not to make this into some mushy post :D).

Anyone who has a sibling will know what I mean when I say that me and my brother growing up was not always rose petals and unicorns... In fact, I don't think it's ever been anything like that! Of course there were always those stupid fights about who wanted which cereal and whose turn it was on the Playstation, etc. Even as we got older there was a fair amount of yelling and slammed doors shared between us. But, at the risk of sounding incredibly cliche, I don't think I could even begin to imagine life without him.

I have no idea why I'm using cats to represent me and my brother, but I might as well be consistent :)

When I was young I never appreciated how much of a good friend/brother he was; most of the time he was just the annoying boy who took all my favorite Game Boy roms. Eh, but the years passed and I realized how much he taught me. Life lessons, to be precise (although he did do a fair amount of chemistry tutoring for me). He taught me to keep my chin up, be confident and try not to do everything so perfectly all the time. Have fun, but don't let it get out of control. Stay away from drugs and alcohol. Know which kinds of guys there are out there.In his own twisted, humorous way, he made me feel really special and I would know when he was proud of me.

Him going to college is inevitable, I know. He'll soon have his own life and I'll have mine. But will I miss him? Oh yeah. Sure, it's not like he's going off to war and I'll never see him again, but somehow I don't think us meeting each other as adults will be the same as the time that we- us only- spent the whole day building a castle out of Legos. Or that one time we made a "documentary" on the "unknown creatures of the dark" (my stuffed animals). Me and him gunning down droids for hours in Battlefront. Hours and hours of childhood fun I can't take back. All of these things that are meaningless to you guys but that take up a huge part of my heart.

So here's to siblings! People we're "forced" to live with that teach us more about life than any teacher can. People we think we hate but find out we can't live without. People who, no matter how much we throw things at them and yell insults at, will always come back for you. People who we can really be ourselves around and are a part of us.

Have a great day to everyone! Make sure to give a call to your brother/sister and tell them how much you love them!

And oh boy, I hope my brother doesn't read my blog. :)