Time Marches On

And mom did make that apartment look beautiful. It was like walking into a model that made you want to live there.
Daddy seemed to have settled into his new job and they had decided that they were ready to find a house and settle down once again.
In the meantime, my sweet brother had moved on from the apartment complex where he shared neighborly company with my parents and had himself transitioned into a new phase of life. He had married and built a house to accommodate his new bride and their life together. Their journey took them to a small town on the outskirts of a college town that was a decent drive away from the city. It was a new small subdivision that was bustling with many new families starting out and was at the time, a good fit for the newlyweds.
Imagine my brother's suprise when our parents told us they had decided to build a house in the same neighborhood, just down the street from my brother. He seemed to take the news fairly well. Not that he didn't love our parents, but our family was not the type to live quite so close together. We were a family that often enjoyed our time together but also were big fans of "space." This would be the second time they have lived so close and this move was certainly more of a permanent nature. I don't know if I would have been as gracious as my brother about that, but putting his own feelings aside, he helped them where he could and took everything in stride.