My ceiling fan is at its highest speed.  Because of that, the dangling string on the side of it is tingling against the light cover with every momentum of the blades.  Cling, cling, cling, cling like every half second. I forgot it did that. I haven't slept in my actual real room in....well what's it been now?  Three years? Four? Maybe more?  Well, long enough to forget the obnoxious sound.  I remember I solved it by putting a hair tie at the end of the bobble to sort of "soften" the sound.  Then the hair tie was switched out for dream catchers, which doubled as silencers as well as decor.  And there they stayed for as long as I can remember, until about a week or two ago, in which the dream catchers were removed to be placed in a box.  It was an absentminded action, not something that required a second thought.  But now that I've moved back into my room yesterday, I can hear that clinging again and for a brief moment, wondered why.

Well the why is because the dream catchers are packed for a move to Florida, along with 90 percent of my stuff.  Discovering this ceiling an noise was a direct result of moving back into my real room from my attic room (which is more or less empty and can bounce off a nice echo now), and it involves merely a mattress on the floor.  The mattress will be thrown away once I'm done with it, as it's way too old to continue to be used.  I have my TV and a handful of other things, but still very much emptying the contents of my domain.  My remaining furniture is in preparation to be loaded onto the truck this Saturday.  Nearly everything that made my room "home" is depleted and out of sight, from something as simple as a dream/noise catcher, to my art supplies.  My DVDs, 90 percent of my wardrobe, blankets, art stuff, books, albums, and anything else I can think of are awaiting the truck's arrival.  My fish tanks are empty, and the fish are now living in mini aquarium homes before being placed in Styrofoam for transport next month.  

The process is finally coming together, the days much closer.  There are still issues to deal with, issues that are too personal to expose.  Let's just say they are issues that will force me to find another place to live all the way up until my moving date. Well, maybe they won't force me, but...I don't know.  It's just...ugh.  Issues.  I just don't know if I'm being petty or reasonable. Prideful?  Maybe a little of everything.  Will I hurt anyone in the process of reacting to said issues?  I've been having to bite my tongue for so long, but some of it slipped out.  And now that it has, I wonder what will happen.  Oyy, I know I'm just speaking rubbish and riddles.  Fortunately, once these issues are over, the move to a faraway place thousands of miles away will be a welcome breath of fresh air from the drama that is....here.  Perhaps I'll cover that another time.  It's late, and that incessant clanging is crawling under my skin....