I don’t view this farm as home any longer. I view it as a place of stasis and recuperation. I want to go home. Back to Savannah. I miss it too much. I miss getting my boiled peanuts from Polk’s, my steps in cowboy boots through Chippewa, my scrutiny of the Krack Kroger’s freshness as I slip through Forsyth Park to get groceries. The farm was a good idea at the wrong time….I don’t have the money to love this place like it should be. Will begin pursuing live back home….Home.


smalltownknitguy's picture

Keep the faith Gregory. When the time is right you will know it. I keep teaching and knitting/designing, hoping to be discovered one day.