My brother is moving to Seattle.
I’m not surprised, and I’m shocked.
I guess a lifetime of the same pat answers makes it hard to imagine saying anything else. “Yes, I’m one of five.” “Four girls and a boy.” “Yes, we grew up here.” “Yes, we were all homeschooled.” “Yes, we all still live here.” Etc. Now the answers have changed. Four of us are here but my brother’s out on the west coast. I always picture the logical extreme (thanks to my dad), so what will I be saying five years from now? “Well, we don’t have much family close by. My parents are here but the rest of us are all over the country. I’ve got a sister in Texas, a brother in Oregon, a sister in Manhattan…”
It’s certainly normal for college and careers to scatter families all over the place, but until now, we were the exception.
It was more emotional than I expected to say goodbye to my brother. He means a lot to me. And while I’d selfishly rather have him and his family closer to us, this is an absolutely fantastic job opportunity for him and I’m happy to see him succeed in a field he loves.
We’ve been listening to Shabbat Vol. 1 (by Moshav) this week and I heard the perfect message for this situation. Tzet’chem v’shalom. Go in peace, Peter. We will always be here for you.