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.