Things I should be doing: Studying for Statistics. Fail.

Can’t explain it…

I’ve been walking about with this feeling about me and I can’t put a finger on it.

Homesickness?

I miss my brother. For awhile I thought he was going to be able to come visit me, but now I hear my dad doesn’t want to bring him over cause the boy is easily bored. And bored boy + business meetings with banks = bad bad bad. So no brother.

Donna asked me the other day how I could possibly consider working in the US if I miss my family so much all the time. I don’t know. But I miss my friends a lot too when I’m home. There’s just no easy solution. I’ve dug myself a deep hole with no ladder in sight.

I have to leave home eventually, and I’d much rather find my own roots in a place where I have the support of my friends.

But oh, I miss my brother and his annoying habits. I miss his sense of humor that seems to be so unlike mine and yet so much the same. I miss our talks. I miss how he is protective of me even thought he’s about half my height and weight. I miss being there for him. His entering the stage of his life, preteenhood, that’s just fraught with drama and angst and puppy love and high highs and low lows. I just miss him.