Honestly, I thought I'll probably love it a little when I come back after staying away for 13 odd days.
Anyway, I sometimes become homesick when I'm away for too long.
But, now I know, that, I am, honestly, homesick.
For this place still doesn't feel like home.
For it has everything but nothing.
For it is there for just being there.
And I'm here for just being here.
I'm homesick and I want to go home.