.small holiday.

It's supposed to be the last day of my Patho review, and yet here I am typing who-knows-what on my computer, with a blank look on my face.

Hey, cut me some slack. I haven't written anything in ages.

I guess there's a certain charm to staying at home most of the time. I get to do things at my own pace, no one hurrying me (well, except Papa, whose personal clock is always 30 minutes fast), and nothing bothering me. I like the peace, the quiet, and the relaxing atmosphere at home.

But maybe sometimes, it gets too quiet.

I don't know. Ate has been married for several months already, and yet the reality of it is only sinking in now. It feels strange to not have her come barging in through my bedroom door when she comes home from the office just to say "Hi" and let me know she's arrived. The room across mine stays empty throughout the week, and the feeling of loneliness settles in when I enter to rummage through my Ate's stuff.

I have learned to look forward to weekends when she and Kuya Enos will be here again.

Don't get me wrong. Ate's wedding is definitely one of the happiest moments our family shared, and she couldn't have possibly found a better man to marry than Kuya Enos. Pero pagbigyan niyo na ko. Nag-iisang kapatid ko 'yun e.

I miss the old, carefree days so much. Yet, I know I can look forward to an even better future as our family continues expanding, growing.

I'll be seeing you soon Raine. Tita Len loves you so much already.

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I thought I wanted to write, but it seems like I've hit the wall. I wonder why. Beats me.

Oh well. That's enough small holiday for tonight.