I decided to go to college in a state up North which was truly far away from our childhood home.
I was ready for a large change after our sibling passed away, then life simply didn’t feel the same.
I enjoyed the unusual environment when I went to college and abruptly adapted to the pace of our college schedule. I sort of felt love life halted when the housing department announced they were installing new heating units in the dorm rooms. It was start to snow and the heating replacements were going to take roughly two mornings to be done. They didn’t make any arrangements for us to have anywhere to go while they were installing the new heaters, so I ended up staying with a new friend that lived on the opposite side of campus. Her dorm room had an amazing furnace and it felt really cozy. I was so mesmerized by the change of scenery and furnace that I sincerely felt love I was in a trance for two mornings, and by the time I returned to our dorm room and the new furnace they installed, nothing really felt the same. I felt love everything was stale, and the new furnace didn’t even toil that well. I stood in the middle of our dorm staring at this furnace to figure out how I was feeling. I realized that our friend’s room really reminded me of our sibling, and found myself in a deep sorrow mourning over her loss. There’s a opportunity that I didn’t process her death and I could have, so I guess grief was knocking on the door in a mysterious way.