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Some extremely important news.
17 years ago
After living with my dad for five and a half years after my parents divorced, my little brother Kieran is returning to the UK.
There's some significance to this. For one, I hardly expected it to happen, my mother and father have always argued over the custody of us both, with neither wanting to give up the son they had to gain the other one. Now, following the break up of my father's current relationship in New Zealand, combined with Kieran's move into adolescence (jeez, he was so young when he left...) he sees it fitting to send him back to the rest of his family.
The other piece of significance is that my life will change dramatically, I'll suddenly have a brother after being a virtual lone-child for just about my entire memorable life (testament to how crappy my memory is), I'll suddenly have to send him off and pick him up from school, I'll have to care for someone again.
And, as happens with these deals, I'm going to have to share my bedroom. Folks who've been to my house will probably know that my room is hardly big enough for me and my huge collection of tech, books, magazines and clothes (oh, and Communist propaganda) so there's a lot of movement to be going on too there.
I'm feeling emotional, but I don't know how. I want to get right in now, move everything around my room, throw out all my un-needed to free up wardrobe space, hide my smutty art collection (*cough*) and all that general tosh. Yet likewise I'm somewhat dreading it; I'm going to lose my only personal space, the place I always use to escape from the horrors of family life and just mellow in thought and loud music.
As with many brothers, I have a terrible case of sibling rivalry with my brother. We're chalk and cheese in every case, we're completely different in mind and in body - I'm the older intellectual techy type, he's the younger sporty type; I have my mother's hair and father's skin, he has my father's hair and mother's skin; we're just different, and I can see that causing problems - which is something I don't want, even if it's inevitable.
I don't know what to feel. Excitement? Dread? Neutral understanding?
That hurts more than anything else.
There's some significance to this. For one, I hardly expected it to happen, my mother and father have always argued over the custody of us both, with neither wanting to give up the son they had to gain the other one. Now, following the break up of my father's current relationship in New Zealand, combined with Kieran's move into adolescence (jeez, he was so young when he left...) he sees it fitting to send him back to the rest of his family.
The other piece of significance is that my life will change dramatically, I'll suddenly have a brother after being a virtual lone-child for just about my entire memorable life (testament to how crappy my memory is), I'll suddenly have to send him off and pick him up from school, I'll have to care for someone again.
And, as happens with these deals, I'm going to have to share my bedroom. Folks who've been to my house will probably know that my room is hardly big enough for me and my huge collection of tech, books, magazines and clothes (oh, and Communist propaganda) so there's a lot of movement to be going on too there.
I'm feeling emotional, but I don't know how. I want to get right in now, move everything around my room, throw out all my un-needed to free up wardrobe space, hide my smutty art collection (*cough*) and all that general tosh. Yet likewise I'm somewhat dreading it; I'm going to lose my only personal space, the place I always use to escape from the horrors of family life and just mellow in thought and loud music.
As with many brothers, I have a terrible case of sibling rivalry with my brother. We're chalk and cheese in every case, we're completely different in mind and in body - I'm the older intellectual techy type, he's the younger sporty type; I have my mother's hair and father's skin, he has my father's hair and mother's skin; we're just different, and I can see that causing problems - which is something I don't want, even if it's inevitable.
I don't know what to feel. Excitement? Dread? Neutral understanding?
That hurts more than anything else.
Atleast I can wish you the best of luck in adjusting and getting used to your brothers presence, and I hope you find a state of equilibrium that favours you both.
*Tiphat*
Fifteen dorrar.