Everyday that passes, SB's departure for Tokyo draws nearer. This time, she will be away from home for three years, and returning (hopefully) with her PhD (hopefully).
I wonder how many times of such partings we will have to go through in the next 20 years. With SB, one never knows. She has been blessed (or cursed, perhaps) with wanderlust in her soul and somehow, life just keeps feeding her opportunities for travel.
That is the difficult part for me. Just when I have gotten used to being alone, and stopped missing her presence, she comes back home and stirs things up again. And then just when I am getting used to having her around (to run errands for the parents while I go scot free, haha), she ups and leaves. Suddenly I turn around and have no one to talk to. Come or go, come or go, I wish she would make up her mind.
I guess part of my dissatisfaction also stems from the fact that she gets to wallow in freedom all by her little self in Tokyo, while I have to stay with the parents. It is not that I need shoulder any responsibility for the parents all by myself, but, the idea of it just makes me so.....jealous and envious. I used to resent it even more, but these days, I have enough of a life myself to feel, if not happy, then at least neutral, at her going away to live her life.
Anyway, she returns in three years time, or so she says (barring any accidents involving the opposite sex). I guess I will be complaining about how she is going to mess up my peaceful existence as an "only child" with her presence.....again.
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