The last time I remember being really upset is when my brother moved across the country for good. I was upset when he moved to California for a year, but he was volunteering for habitat for humanity and I knew he’d be back but while he was there he fell in love with San Francisco and he was devastated when he had to come home to Philly. He still did though, he came home for probably six months and applied for every job he could possibly find in SF. When he got his job at Stanford of course my family was really happy for him but it was hard for us to have someone in the family move so far away. The farthest away any of my family members live is less than an hour, we’re very tight knit. The day that he was leaving was a Monday and I was a junior in high school and I decided not to go with the rest of my family to drop him off at the airport..I don’t know why I did that but I remember I was a wreck the whole day. My brother was and is my best friend but him living across the country makes it difficult for us to communicate most of the time. The last time I was extremely happy also has to do with my brother. Around this time last year we went out to San Francisco to visit him for the first time since he left. We only spent a week over there but it was probably the best week we've ever had together. I can definitely see why he loves that city
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