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Over the course of the last three years, you’d think I’d have gotten used to roommates moving out. I have quite a string of them, but this weekend is still one filled with sadness and big gaping holes where furniture used to sit. An empty house just seems bigger than one that is full of room mates.

Still the inevitable march of life continues on, and you can’t just keep partying with your friends forever. Of course, they are taking steps towards a new life by getting their own place, just in time for the birth of their baby son, the mino-baby Gilbert.

There might actually be a little bit of an argument over who has the legal right to name a baby.

Still, now that they have officially moved out, the hose seems huge an empty in a way that it hasn’t felt in a long time. There is a still silence to it all.

Fortunately, it only has to last a couple of weeks before my new room mates (aka my parents) move in.

In the meantime, I’m going to try my best to use the peace and quiet to get some real writing done.

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.

6 thoughts on “Empty Places”

  1. Tracy Mangold says:

    That emptiness is profound and so LOUD at times, isn’t it? How long will your parents be there? Are you excited? I love the picture. I love the name Gilbert – for obvious reasons. Love that you are writing. I’m sorry I’ve been quiet as of late. Just thinking a lot. I’m still here though. Hope all is well with you! 🙂

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      I’m a little excited, a little nervous. I haven’t lived with my parents in a long time, but I also get a long really well with them. I’ll be here for a year. I took over their house payments and things for them in 2006 when they went to Montana, and now they are moving back here to be closer to family. I’ll stay with them as long as it takes for them to get settled down, then find a new place of my own. It works out well for me. I’m somewhat nomadic by nature, so this gives me an excuse to move again in a year.

      I hope you pop back up soon. We all miss you!

  2. Stereo.* says:

    Gah. I’m sorry, dude. Recently had one of my tenants move out and although in this case, I wasn’t awfully sad to see him go, I am used to people moving on out of the house and there are still those that I miss so very acutely. Let’s see some of that writing as and when it comes.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      Yeah, I’ve had 8 different roommates over the course of the last 3 years. I feel a little guilty for being sad to see them go, because all of them have moved out because their lives were going in positive directions. I’m a little proud of being the little stop-gap that helps my friends get on their feet. Still, I will miss hanging out with my friends all the time, and no matter how often you go and see them in their new place, it’ll never really be the same.

  3. Brandee Baltzell says:

    Endings are always hard. I know that you’re still friends with them, and that they are still part of your lives, but I understand how hard that silence is.

    You are such a wonderful system for support to those around you. I hope that you recognize how valuable your friendship is…you’re more than a stop-gap.

    Enjoy the silence for a little while. I’m hoping that you will write a lot…we love reading what you send out!

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      That support really does go both ways. It’s nice to be able to help my friends get their footing again, but it’s also nice to have people around to keep me from getting to detached from the world. I have a tendency to become a hermit, and it’s good to have people around to prevent that.

      Of course, I know that my friends are all aware of what can happen to me, and I have been lucky enough that even those that have moved on have always made sure to check back in on me regularly.

      I’m lucky to have the support system of them. I don’t take it for granted.

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