Last night we had a bunch of my family over to celebrate my brother’s 30th birthday.
I still remember the first time I saw him drive and how weird it looked to me. Like he was a little kid playing a grow-up’s game. I was standing in the kitchen in our house on Staten Island, and I watched out of the sliding door window as he pulled out the driveway in his soon to be car, which was a white Maxima. He looked so doofy, and his ears looked so big, haha. And all I could think was how wrong it looked. I guess it felt like he was leaving me behind as a kid as he went into the next phase of his life.
Now I’m old too. And that huge gap that I felt that day when he pulled out of the driveway has disappeared. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’ll always be older (heh), but it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference anymore.