SJ is part of a local writers group in Senoia that meets the third Saturday of every month at 10 a.m. at the Senoia Library. You can also follow more of her writing at

What’s the first thing you want to do after a hard day at work? Whether you work on your feet all day long or just sit in front of a computer, generally everyone looks forward to going home and putting their feet up to relax. There is something about the comfort of your own home, whether it is an apartment or a house that nothing else compares to. It’s a place you can completely let loose and be yourself.
It’s funny but it seems I am doing the living situation completely backwards. As a young adult you are supposed to get an apartment and then as you grow up, switch to a house that will accommodate a growing family. Well I did things exactly the opposite, I always lived in a house, either renting a room from someone or sharing a house with roommates. Now that I am married and about to reach my forties I find that, since the rental market is so terrible right now, we had no choice but to rent an apartment.
After having told you in an earlier column about my misfortune of having my landlord so rudely inform me that my house was being sold and I needed to find a new place to live, we desperately went on the hunt for new accommodations. We were lucky to quickly find an apartment that suited our needs and so after securing a new place to live, this week I have found myself moving from one home to another. We found a quaint little apartment complex that was fairly new with lots of amenities like a secure front gate and a nice club house with a pool.
Moving is always a pain. The pain and sweat that goes into packing and moving boxes is never fun. The first night staying in a new place is also always weird. You have to get acquainted with all the new noises and learn the new layout of your place so you don’t stub your toe in the dark when you get up to go the bathroom in the middle of the night. It’s all an adjustment period, but as I sat and unpacked my belongings the other day and began hanging pictures on the walls I saw my new place taking shape. It was then that I realized that some cliques are true, especially the one that says “Home is where the heart is.” I realized that it doesn’t matter where I live that as long as I am with my family and the creature comforts that make my place a home I will always be happy.