after the boys of summer are gone

it's already been over half a month since my brother's wedding.
the surrealism of the fact that my brother is now the man of his
own household has slowly faded since that day. after the exchanged
tears over the phone and in person, after going to his apartment, after
helping him set up his entertainment system (of which i am jealous),
after walking into his empty room at home, after noticing a strange
silence in the house late into the night, after my cousin returned to
taiwan and i realized that i could no longer spontaneously hangout
with someone just by calling their name out from my door frame,
the processing in my mind of my brother's transition in life has been
completed. from this point on, i understand that we both have a lot
of growing to do- he must learn how to fully take care of someone
else, while i must learn how to take care of myself.