A cherry post after yesterday’s cheerless Cherry Blossom post.
When I started my new job in the New Year, my little brother also started a new job. He works for a company that’s headquartered in D.C., but is in a satellite office out West. He’s not a fan of his town, so he let his company know that he’d absolutely entertain the idea of being transferred to the home office one day.
One day is sometime this summer!
He has a work trip to D.C. in May. His boss told him to start looking for apartments while he was here. The husband and I plan to take him around different neighborhoods in D.C. to figure out where he might want to live. He’s pretty sure he wouldn’t live where we do (we’re too suburb for him even though I can sneeze on the D.C. line right now), but he’ll be close.
I’m thrilled. He’s thrilled. My parents are thrilled. My older brother and younger sister are thrilled. It’ll be so nice to have a family member nearby. We won’t see each other every day, of course, but we’ll be able to hang out whenever we want. To know he’ll be within five miles of me is a pretty sweet thing.
I love all my siblings, but he’s the kid I took care of when he was born. I was so excited when I found out my mom was having another baby—I hadn’t liked my sister all that much (jealousy), so this was an opportunity to be a nicer sister. I changed this kid’s diapers, put him to sleep, played with him, helped him do his best. He turns to my husband and me for advice on everything from which college to attend (cough::wenttoMITproudsister::cough) to investing his money. He and my husband get along great, too, so there’s a huge bonus.
We had been planning on visiting my younger brother’s city for Christmas, but now it looks like the family Christmas will be in D.C.
It’s going to be a great one, I think.