Eve

Well, tomorrow my brother is coming. I haven’t seen him in… well, I don’t know how long – it could easily be a year or more. I haven’t even spoken to him in a good three months, not properly at least.

It’s strange, ‘cos we used to talk for hours, about anything and everything, personal stuff and politics, current affairs to computer games. But not this past nine months. I could come up with theories why that is, but the reasons aren’t important right now. What is, is that I am expecting to move down to London in a very few weeks, and he has a spare room…

This time last year, the plan was for us to live together long-term, but not now. I don’t think it would work, but in any case it’s not on the cards. Still, he has a spare room, and I am hoping to take advantage for now. I need a soft landing to begin with – the move to a new place is never painless, and the more I take advantage of the familial and amical opportunities that exist (luckily, I know a lot of people down there) the easier settling-in will be.

So, it’ll be a re-closening of my fraternal ties, and a period of posturing – for want of a better word.

In the meantime, it’s meant a lot of cleaning and shifting of stuff. It needed to be done, but you should’ve seen the state of our friedge… ugh…