My sister just started moving into a new house with her boyfriend. The two of them own the rather-large abode and are in the midst of remodeling it. We're talking a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom, full basement, 2 car garage building that could eat 2 of my apartments and then still be hungry. Seeing her and her boyfriend gather up pieces of social expectations and fit them into their lives in such a way makes me proud, but also makes me ponder what the hell I'm doing with my life. My sibling 2 years younger seems to have her stuff together... but when I get down to it, I don't think a house is really my thing. Not yet, at least; I still want to travel without aim, visit the big cities, and NOT have to worry about house payments. The trouble is finding someone as willing to wander around aimlessly to share that intimately with. Regardless, my little sister's doin' well.
In other news, Mountain Dew and Tequila make for a fair method of shaking off sobriety.
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