Things are different now that I am back home working for our small company.
Paradoxically, I have never felt this far and detached from my siblings despit how physically close our rooms and beds are to each other.
Misunderstandings, lack of communication, unresolved issues, and probably different love languages have put me in a place where I don’t talk to my sister or my brother anymore.
I have never been this sad.
Ironically, the music playing in my spotify as I write this post in a coffee shop is telling me “It’s Gonna be Okay” (The Piano Guys)
My bro, sis, and I grew up playing musical instruments together–my sister on the guitar, my brother on the violin, and me on the piano. We’d sing for hours when we felt like it.
Now we pass by each other in our quaint home without any word to each other.
It didn’t use to be like this. I know this didn’t happen overnight. I also know I played a part why this is my now.
For now I’ll focus on finishing my thesis. It is difficult to write with a heavy heart though.