I’m on edge. It’s unexpected and yet not surprising. For months I’ve been looking forward to my brother’s visit. Now that it’s nearly here, I feel numb and annoyed. Like I don’t know why I’d been excited for ages. The other day Paul said he was worried about my mental health after they leave. I shrugged it off but he knows. He knows how deep it goes, the loneliness of being so far away from my family, the absolute happiness when we’re together and how bad it is to say goodbye. I know it too. And I’m trying not to.