It's no secret to anyone that my siblings and I are worlds apart on essentially everything.

Generally, I identify much more with my parents and my friends than my brother or sister. Where the tremendous differences were originally seeded is not entirely clear. However, it can be said without a doubt that those subtle seeds did indeed blossom into something resembling polar opposites.

That said, I will admit this post is more of a vent than some reckoning with the reality of my intrafamily-intersibling dynamic. It's been 6 months since my brother moved in and assumed the role of room mate. Unfortunately, the only thing to celebrate at this 6 month mark is that I've finally lost my patience. The grocery runs, the stacks of dishes, the litter of pans left about are stinging. But perhaps worst is that even with a broken collar bone, the sole responsibility of cleaning, shopping, and laundering has fallen to me.

Only 2 more months I suppose.
San Francisco in 7 days.