Two more days of work... Three more nights in Milwaukee, and it will finally happen. I will be moving within a short drive of my Allison. I remember just over two years ago, I was devastated that her father would not let me come to her birthday party. I had never seen her in person, she was someone I cared very much about that I had spoken to for a couple years and had a strong connection with. I was still very much alone.

One year later, I had moved to milwaukee, started to get a bit more comfortable with my still somewhat new job, and had seen her a little more than a dozen times. I was able to meet her friends, enjoy her company, hold her close to me...

One year later, I've been promoted once, had and got over an incident with her parents, become amicable with her family and am on the brink of a new "Promotion" allowing me to work at home, and it is clear that home is wherever she is. I have an apartment with three people about my age set up, my stuff is about 1/5 packed, and internet service is set to be installed on Friday. When I walk out of work Thursday night, I will be going home for the last time. When I fall asleep, I will be sleeping in this house for the last time. When I wake up, it will be Friday morning, and I will load my boxes into my car, wait for my parents to arrive to help with the big things, and drive to my new house, and my Home.

That day, I will meet one of my new roommates for the first time, move my stuff into my room but probably do little to no unpacking, and spend the rest of my day with my family and my Allison. As I'm writing this right now, the only thing I'm really longing for is her next to me. My concentration is broken.