not sure this even makes sense

In eight hours the quiet chaos ends and the obnoxious chaos of boxes shuffling between homes begins.  The dream of a little girl will be realized, although not quite as she imagined.  It is a bittersweet moment.  No, it is no high rise with a fantastic view.  She isn't quite the business woman she thought she would be by now, and she certainly doesn't have a grasp on life as she thought she would.  Still with all that, she is happy.  She is finally moving to the city not a suburb, but an actual city that when people hear it's name the say "Oh"  and actually know where it is.  It isn't a big city, but it is important.  Big isn't always what is important.

In the eight hours, a woman moves on.  She picks up the pieces and goes forward with her twist of fate.  Life is unexpected and with it expect that.  Even if something terrible happens, or something unexpected happens, it can be for the best.  After all we don't know what will be around the corner now do we?

The quiet tapping of the keys... okay, maybe not so quiet...  kind of pounding through the night with vibrations that can be felt in other rooms with the door shut...  yeah, it just goes on.  The Chick just thinks about nothing and everything some how at the same time.  How the Hell is that even possible?

So much is changing in the next couple of days.  The end of a crazy fast class, the end of a living arrangement, hopefully not the end of a great friendship (I doubt you read my blog)... hopefully you can be friends with me after that conversation (feminist stuff), just please, don't ever bring it up again.  The end of a happy spot in life...  okay, maybe the happy spot was over a long time ago and I was just oblivious that it ended...  all though i still don't understand fully what the Hell happened there.  I'm afraid to ask.  ...and even if I did ask, I'm not sure I would want to know the answer.  It must be bad, or you would have told me right?

I'm so tired I have chills.  So lonely I don't want to get off the computer.  I cannot wait till my boy comes home.  After all of this, really, I just want to go home.  Tomorrow I will, as soon as I get the key.  Think I'm going to bring a box of tissues and just take 5 minutes to absorb it all.  There is just so much to do.  *twitch*