I must say that I'm pretty damn proud. It's easy in the beginning but it gets scary after a couple of months or after a year. I'm pretty sure that he has his shit together. He's pretty steady with what he does and he calculates all of his crap. I know he's also in the middle of doing a career change. I think.

To me, it was eventually going to happen. I remember when I moved out on my own and nobody really knew except Rich. Then I came across Rubes and she ratted me out.

"Fuck! They know?", I said.
"I thought you told them already", said Rubes innocently.
"Great. Thanks Rubes."
"Sure!"
 
All I had was a phreaking sleeping bag. I took a big chance and decided to jump in the booming economy during the late 90s'. I was earning big bucks working as one of those hot shot company directors during the dot com era. I would buy whatever I felt like buying and eventually I would have a ton of crap lying around.

Little brother sees big brother and says "well, I guess I'm not doing that".

I checked out his place, and it's pretty cool, especially considering the price. His place is in Daly City, close to where we used to live. It was actually cheaper than what I paid and all I had was just a room. My brother did his homework. Originally, he was supposed to live with Ryan (cousin) but that all changed when he decided to look for a job somewhere else. Rich also made the conscious decision of living with his girlfriend. And whether the family (or anybody) finds out by reading this blog won't matter. Ultimately, he is on his own. O-W-N!

This brings up my Dad.

He's called me several times about validity of his change, his motives for moving, etc. Unfortunately, my Dad has to let go. My brother is no longer the little boy that plays Nintendo. He's no longer the guy you ask to bring the Culligan water bottle. He's no longer the guy who's there to hold your ladder to change your light bulb. Sorry Dad. Game Over.

"Why the hell did your brother move?" my Dad asked repeatedly.
"The same reason Rob moved out," I said.
"You know he has it good at home..."
"...which is why he left...Dad...sorry"

In addition, I was telling my Dad that he should be proud and not angry at my brother's decision. Some parents take pride telling their friendly cohorts that their children are independent. My Dad kept telling me that my brother needs more advice. In my professional opinion, my brother doesn't need much.

In the end, we're all just getting older and realizing that we need to do something with our lives. Whether it's at home or somewhere, for some people, it's a step forward. Some people are comfortable staying at home and saving their money while others want the experience of living on their own or with their significant other. It's that part of our life where we try to plan for that uncertain future but sometimes plans change (for better or worse). It's during this time where life can be scary and facinating at the same time. I should know. I went through it.