Worry and homesickness?

I'm not worrying about the future. I'm just pining after something I wish I could have. But hey, I'll be alright. I've got my friends, I've got films, I've got music, and I've got God. What else do I need?

And to any of you who I need to apologise to, this is probably the best way I can. Because isn't a song the best way of expressing yourself?

I watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind,
but I will shy away from the specifics...

'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life.

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop right there. That's exactly where I lost it.
See that line. Well I never should have crossed it.
Stop right there. Well I never should have said
that it's the very moment that
I wish that I could take back.

[Chorus]
I'm sorry for the person I became.
I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.
I'm ready to try and never become that way again
'cause who I am hates who I've been.
Who I am hates who I've been.

I talk to absolutely no one.
Couldn't keep to myself enough.
And the things bottled inside have finally begun
to create so much pressure that I'll soon blow up.

I heard the reverberating footsteps
sinking up to the beating of my heart,
and I was positive that unless I got myself together,
I would watch me fall apart.

And I can't let that happen again
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been.

This is no place to try and live my life...

Who I Am Hates Who I've Been - Relient K

Is Alabama my real home?

I was born in Australia. My parents are Australian. My family is Australian. I have an Australian accent. I use Australian words, I speak to Australian people and I attend an Australian university.

And yet...my earliest memories are of Alabama.

While kids here learned to kick the footy and got their pen license, I grew up with Josh down the road showing me how to shoot rifles. I grew up calling my teachers 'Ma'am', because if you didn't, God help you. I grew up going to a Southern Baptist Church with the nicest people you could imagine and I sat in the pew behind the Sheriff. I remember Sunday School before church, high school football where the players really did go out with the cheerleaders, and the school janitor, Mr Penny.

I remember those old African Americans with the thickest accents you can imagine,

I remember my house. On Alice Street. Four white pillars out the front of the porch.

Every Christmas, we'd buy a big ol' pine tree and stick it in the entrance hall...

I can still smell them, is that strange and pathetic? Pine trees remind me of Christmas...

Maybe I have two homes, who knows.

I'd like to go back one day. So many people I'd like to see again.