The other day, I was driving over to
plantyhamchuk's place to pick up
mech_angel, and I took the long-ish wat, down Douglas Street. Driving past my (long-since) former place of residence (seen in the icon for this post), I noticed that all of the lights were extinguised, at 9.30pm, and in a very annoyed voice I said, aloud
"There are no lights on, in [my house]."
"My house."
I haven't lived there in well over seven years. And I still think of it as mine...
If I'm going to continue to live in Georgia, or return to it, I need to own that house...
"There are no lights on, in [my house]."
"My house."
I haven't lived there in well over seven years. And I still think of it as mine...
If I'm going to continue to live in Georgia, or return to it, I need to own that house...