I’m at my mothers, taking a break away from the relentless video game battle that has consumed my brothers and I for the last few hours.
I am surrounded by boxes. Boxen. My mother’s moving tomorrow, and it could be a very, very long time before I see her again. Charlie, my little brother, is going with her.
Adam’s already left. Christo was the first to go, and Paul isn’t staying. Venk’s still here, but we don’t talk, really. We haven’t since I’ve moved back. I don’t think this is likely to change.
My potential ‘best men’ are all in absentia, as it were, and now most of my immediate family is about to leave as well.
Soon, there won’t be anything outside my house for me at all, in this town.