at least for me…is sleeping alone in the room that you shared with both your sisters for 17 whole years. You walk into that room without your sisters and it’s a mixture of “I’m OK & This is so sad.”
I know I’ve been out of the house for over 2 years, but sleeping in that room without my sisters is still one of the saddest parts of growing up. I have loved growing up. I don’t dread it like many of the people my age, but this one factor of leaving your sisters behind is bittersweet.