August 1st 2016
Today concludes a pretty successful month for the kids in my family. In fact, it was probably one of the best ones.
At the start of July I began my new job. My first proper job. It ended six months of painful searching and I’ve spent the month settling in to a job I really enjoy. A year after leaving University, and with hope beginning to fade, I was offered a job in Gloucester doing exactly what I want to be doing. And now, finally, I’m settled into a career and my parents don’t have to worry about me any more.
Me getting a job was probably the worst bit of good news that my family got this month.
Next (chronologically), making any achievement I ever make completely irrelevent, my older (but not oldest) sister graduated University with a degree in Medicine. Like, a doctor of medicine. Like, a doctor. Six years of hard work culminated in her graduation into being, like, an actual real life doctor. There were times when she thought she’d failed, and even after her last set of exams she thought that she might’ve. She said that she wouldn’t retake a year if it came down to it, that instead she’d just move to Australia and give up on medicine. I like to think that she would’ve stuck it out, because she’s not a quitter, she’s a champ. But in the end it didn’t matter, because she didn’t just pass… she smashed it.
Shortly after graduating she moved into her first flat with her boyfriend, and two weeks later she started working at the hospital in our home town. Her life is sorted too.
Lastly, at the very end of July, my oldest sister got engaged. Her and her (now) fiance, Louis, are in Cyprus on holiday, and he asked her to marry him. And she said yes. We’ve been waiting for it to happen for so long, and everyone kind of assumed that it would happen on this holiday. And it did. Last night I heard my Mum and Dad on FaceTime with her, and as she started to say “we’ve got something to tell you” I began to sprint down the stairs because I knew what was coming. She revealed the ring before I got there, but the tears in my Mum’s eyes told me more than Genine’s words could. What’s weird is that the thing I noticed wasn’t my sister’s happiness, or my Mum’s – it was Louis’.
And that’s her life sorted too.
Within the space of a month all three of us kids have made major steps in our lives (my sisters moreso than myself, admittedly). I’m very proud of both of my sisters, I can’t even imagine how my parents are feeling right now. I think it’s fair to say that they’ve done their jobs in raising us pretty well. And I’d like to think that they’re proud of what they’ve raised.
Until tomorrow, I sure am.