So I survived Saturday without any hiccups, other than drinking too much, and woke up to find my brother home on Sunday. So he managed to survive a month in Vietnam too. That's good. What's not so good is how little he's changed. I find it utterly remarkable that someone can live in an other country, in another continent, for a whole month and not change. I expected him to come back different, but he didn't. He shut himself up in his room, didn't talk to anyone, and has stayed there pretty much ever since. I guess the more things change the more they stay the same.
There were a few physical changes. He's cut his hair and is noticeably thinner, but that's about it. As far as I can tell he's not changed on the inside. He's saying he'll get a job now at least so I guess that's something. He plans on being a delivery driver, which means that he'll get main ownership of the car. Luckily we do have a second car sitting in the garage waiting to be claimed. It was supposed to be mine when I passed my test but I failed. So now I have even more motivation to pass my test. I'll be able to start paying rent again, I'll be able to drive my dad around, and I'll be able to get Jess and take her back home whenever she needs it. Man I hope I pass this time.
I'd like to think that if I left the country for an extended period of time I would change. I would be different. I guess time will tell if my brother has changed at all.