As kids me and my siblings were always close. We shared rooms and would stay up late talking and joking together
My sister left for college
And then one day, there I was, standing in the driveway watching them pull away in their cars, over stuffed with luggage, and every comforting thing that I told myself to push back the fear, that things would be different, that I’d be older and could handle it, that I knew they’d visit, shattered like cold glass.
Tired of feeling sad and alone without my siblings home, I decided to make some changes in my life
I branched out at school, and started embracing my differences from my family and discovered a lot about who I was.
I realized that even though family is important, it was okay to be different from them. I realized that this doomed nightmare I thought I was living had revealed something I needed to see. That I had not “tried to be someone I wasn’t” since my sibling left for college. I had been someone I wasn’t, my whole life, until My siblings left. Being alone allowed me to stop trying to be them, and start being myself.
Once I had adjusted to life as an only child at home, I realized that as much as I missed my siblings, I was better off discovering myself without their influence