Jack, Lingering

I like the feeling I get when I'm walking home from work. But when I get home, it doesn't feel like home. My little apartment feels more like a hotel room, comfortable, but not a home. So I go for a walk and come home again. I may go for 3 walks in one day, just so I can get that feeling again. It's a subtle feeling. It's a familiar, comforting feeling. I think I got the same feeling when I was a kid going to elementary school and could walk there and back home.

I really haven't felt like I've been "home" since I left Mississippi back in 1996. Los Angeles just refuses to grow on me. I want to go back to Mississippi and walk down the street we used to live on. I want to walk all the way to the end and right up to the house at the end where we lived. I bet that would be a great feeling, 100 times better than the feeling I get walking home now. Of course I couldn't actually go in. I'm sure the house belongs to someone else now.