Growing up is scary

My sister turned 18 last week. She's the youngest of 6 kids so officially there are no more kids in the house. The celebration last Saturday was pretty monumental as we are now all officially declared adults. The song and dance number us brothers had to do did not help us feel older though, only more shameful (or shameless?). Still it was a good weekend and I'm glad everyone's looking at it as a point where us as a family now looks forward to our future.

heavy

Still I can't help but want to keep us being kids, might be the reason I always get everyone toys for Christmas. Somehow, you kind of miss that every so often. What I am really glad though is how we're still close as a family and surprisingly not a lot of people can say this. As much as I hate how crazy my family can be, I can't help but be scared of how it would be when I leave the house. Something I've tried before during college, but that's not the same. When it's go time to move out, that is scary.

But I guess that's how you start new adventures, on your own. And when you've had a lot, you celebrate and share them to your family back home.