Yeah I'm jealous. Isn't it obvious enough for you?
I am jealous of my sister.
I said it.
Let me equate.
She lives with AMAZING people. They are the type of people that when you walk into their home, you feel as if you’ve been given a giant hug - without even saying a word. They are warm, caring, giving, and they are her roommates. And right now, that is the type of environment that she (and I) need. Somewhere we feel safe. Loved. Somewhere we could talk about what’s going on. Or the weather. Or about the ducklings that hang out in their backyard. Or the Koi in the pond that they built themselves. Or making spaghetti sauce from the vine ripe tomatoes fresh from their garden (which I did).
They’re artistic, outdoorsy and extremely welcoming. They are amazing. And she is very lucky to have, not only people like that in her life, but people like that she can come home to.
In this giant, faceless, nameless lonely city, living within the confines of 450sq ft, lackluster sunlight, no garden, or backdoor to let the pup out apartment, I’m jealous. Jealous because right now, I feel so disconnected from home and yes, alone. I want more than anything to create an environment like hers. To go home and feel safe. Warm. Comforted. The pup can only do so much. (and she does a lot)