August 23rd, 2018
Yesterday my younger brother, Daren, moved out for the first time. He’s going to be a sophomore this upcoming school year, and I’m pretty sure he decided to follow in my footsteps since I, too, moved out when I was a sophomore. I felt excited for him to be able to live on his own and be more independent, seeing that I myself was in his shoes not too long ago.
But after my parents and I helped him move into his new apartment, said our goodbyes, and drove back home, I started to feel some type of way. I realized I was actually feeling really sad, and I did not in the slightest expect to feel this way at all.
Tell me why my little brother JUST moved out, and the house already felt so empty? Was this how my parents felt when I first moved out of our house five years ago? I felt sad and worried–something just felt so out of place. I found myself already missing Daren even though we didn’t talk much or spend a lot of one-on-one time together. His presence was already missed and we were going to see him within the next three days for the State Fair LMAO.
And that’s not the only thing. I felt sad, yes. But I also felt pretty selfish, too.
When I moved back home with my parents after graduating from college two years ago, all I wanted to do was move out, get my own place, and gain my own sense of independence again. I was so focused on myself that I didn’t think to factor in my parents’ feelings.
I felt like such a bad daughter. Thinking back to when I was living on my own, I sometimes wouldn’t come home for weeks or even think to occasionally message my parents because I got “too busy” with school. Now that I think about it, no one is ever too busy to send a text, make a short phone call, or check in every now and then with those they care about. Little did I know these things probably meant the world to my parents.
If I move out next year, then that would mean both me and my brother would no longer be living at home, and my parents’ feelings would probably be even more amplified. I need to remember that as we get older, so do our parents. Life gets busy, but don’t forget to spend time with them, take care of them, and love them. Don’t forget about them, because they probably think about us more than we know. ❤