Flight

  Four hours ago my brother departed to the airport for his airplane flight back to Washington Seattle, America. His second year of college is starting in a few days, so he has to go back a little bit earlier to move into his newly rented apartment with five other people.

  I'm quite happy now that he's in the airport (still is) because the house seemed to have reverted back to its usual quite peace and calmness, which I missed for the three months that he had been home. His presence seemed to take up a lot of space - too much space actually - and it's really annoying that whenever you pass the hallway you trip on his (damned) long legs. I'm also happy because I no longer have to argue with him over petty little things and issues, and one less annoyance is one more peaceful day for me.

  The only bad thing is that I'm responsible for and have to do the chores at home from now on.