The youngest sister has gone home, and I'm slightly surprised by my sadness. Actually, it feels like I've just had a delayed reaction, like it came now in January, instead of August when she actually moved out. I do remember feeling likewise when my brother went off to another part of the country to attend school. Although we're not exactly chatty siblings, not verbally communicative siblings, we're still a close group. I love them all dearly, and I'm grateful to have grown up with them around me. My brother will be moving to his new apartment soon too, and I'll be the remaining kid in the house. I'm not the most sociable person there is, in fact I'd say I'm the opposite. However, I realise now, that maybe I've just been used to not shouting loud enough in a flock of siblings. I've grown used to the feeling of people around me at all times, and I'm not at all looking forward to getting used to the emptiness. My moroseness has been helped further by reading Watermelon by Marian Keyes, I think. It's one of the books I decided to get rid of the other day, not because I don't like it. But because the one I had was in Norwegian. If I can, I always prefer to pick up a book in the original language, especially with UK-authors. The language is different somehow, there's tonnes of slang which I find you miss out of when you read a translated book. Anywho, Marian Keyes have a few books written within the same family-- The Walsh sisters. The Watermelon is about Claire Walsh, who I believe is the oldest? And although my family isn't as crazy as the Walsh family, I most definitely relate to it. I read the whole book today, the same day as my sister left. So it left me feeling a bit morose. Yesterday, I dragged Monchita along to carry bags of clothes for donation. Admittedly I didn't drag her along, only asked if she'd come along. And to her regret, she said yes. It was heavy lifting, and we both felt a bit like our arms had fallen off when we finally arrived. To be fair, the clothes that went for donation is 50% mine, 50% hers. So surely it was only fair to bring her along. Afterwards, she coughed her way home for a cuppa. I, however, went to take the bus to IKEA. Was in and out in 30 minutes, managed to hear a few couples argue. You know, the usual. I stopped by the library to pick up the Watermelon in english, before I ventured home and promptly cleaned my room. Then I sorted out my old storage boxes, and exchanged them with the new ones from IKEA. The white ones (picture numero two) are quite big, which makes for a lot more storage. I've got three of them, and in one there's all of my mugs and glasses. It is genuinely filled up, and I even got rid of a few. In another box is all of my "nice" shoes. The last box is a miscellaneous one, which I'm not entirely satisfied with. The boxes are a bit taller then the previous ones, so I can clearly see them. At the moment they feel a bit ominous, but I'm sure with time I'll forget about their existence. I sat down to chill a bit after I was done with organising, and then my sister came a' knocking. I got dressed, and off we went to the Oyster and Mars. It was suspiciously clean, and I was half a mind to ask why they'd cleaned when it was just us. However, they were actually getting "real" visitors, so I didn't ask. Oyster baked my mother's favourite pastry, and we played guessing games. It was kind of hilarious. We ended up in the basement, watching a movie, after we'd taken enough selfies and shared memes with each other. My battery was at 1% when we left the house, and saw a car take off like they were a part of a drag-race. Although it was a beautiful car and all, I thought the whole thing was tacky as hell. My phone died once I got home, and I left it until an hour ago now. It's nice to shut off from the world completely sometimes. It turns out that my lone visit to Lynx won't be so lone no more. She's planning to hold Volla's hen party the weekend I'm there, so Monchita also bought tickets for that weekend. The sisters will be reunited, I guess. I've been a part of surprising Volla once before, and it was lovely. Hopefully it'll be something along the lines this time around too.
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