Every once in a while I get to missing my home in Georgia. I would love the opportunity to go back there, and am actively seeking such a chance. Who knows, perhaps some day I'll get back there.

I think that most of the homesickness comes from the fact that I owned my own house in Georgia and I rent an apartment in Ohio. Tonight I am in the mood to damn the consequences and blast my music, but living so close to my neighbors complicates things. In Georgia, I never had to worry about playing my music loud, as I owned a decent sized lot. Sure, it wasn't the biggest piece of land, but it was a far cry from sharing a common wall with my neighbors.

Even when I lived in Virginia, I shared a house with two chicks and felt like a stranger in my own home sometimes. Every piece of personal property I owned was in my room, and I never felt comfortable turning up the music too loud.

I can tell you with the utmost confidence that owning your own property, and living alone is just about the greatest feeling of independence you can have. Giving that up to move to Ohio was just about the hardest thing I ever had to do. I could walk around in my underwear, play loud music, and generally trash the place without a regard for anyone but myself. I didn't have to listen to anyone else's shit. Call me selfish, but sometimes having to consider other people's feelings really gets my underwear in a bind. Maybe I'll settle down and get married some day, but don't count on it. For now, I cannot imagine having to put up with all the shit.