The never ending goodbyes continue

My everything hurts.
I have a wife beater shaped sunburn.
I'm tired as hell.
But I'm a few "see ya"s closer to leaving for Alberta.

I drove to Bancroft with my older brother this weekend to hang out with my uncle, aunt, and two cousins. We drank a garbage bag full of beer cans, went tubing and water skiing, fished, and all other things required of a cottage visit. I came to some pretty substantial conclusions over the course of this trip and the ensuing visit:

-My younger cousin Dylan is going to be covered in tattoos
-I can't water ski, and learning that hurt. Physically.
-Peet is not a word, and therefore my brother won the scrabble game.
-The cd player in my mother's car seems to hate punk o' rama 4.

I'm 6 days away from a life changing move.