I Miss Home Novels & Stories

I just want to be done with this forever and never again. Being in this place has made me long for the familiarity of home. I never thought I would miss it this much. Honestly, I have never in my life thought I would miss home. Staying here alone was exactly what I needed but I couldn’t help but miss my perfect comfortable bed and my study room. Also, I really need to paint my experience out, I need to do that to get over all the pain and most importantly, get over this place. The pack cabin isn’t a place I enjoy staying. It brings me down with all the bad memories it holds. I'd much rather be back home, where I have more positive experiences. This cabin has its secrets, and it definitely do

By the end of that sentence, I couldn’t help but sigh looking down at the ground feeling that same sense of homesickness I feel each time I think of home gripping my senses, will I ever have the chance to see my loved ones again? “Dominic still hasn’t told you why you’re here?” Grace asked with a look of sympathy on her face as she watched me, where I could only shake my head no at her with another sigh. “No, he keeps telling me that once I know everything I need to know that all of this and why I’m here will make perfect sense but, in this moment, he doesn’t feel like I’m ready to hear it yet. What if he thinks I’m never ready to hear it and I’m stuck in this in between gap… I appreciate ho

I didn't know what to believe at this point, but after being away from home for three weeks and having to go down a few sizes in clothing, I realise that I may have lost some weight. I miss him. I miss my home and my family. I have become obsessed with this. I need answers, and I can't bring myself to travel back to Idaho to get them. I wouldn't be welcome, and I would want to shift into Mina and let her rip Marta's throat out.

I responded, a fragile hope lighting within me, my eyes glistening with affection for this guy, this one guy that has swept me off my feet. “I just… I need help. I don’t even know where my mom is, and my sister—she’s still missing. I’m scared to face this alone. I don’t know what to do. Please come back home to me. I miss you and I need you,” I confessed sadly, putting the sadness in my tone for them to see. He took another breath, deeper this time. She held onto it, hoping it would bridge the distance. But he is still far away from home and she misses him so much.

God, I miss my husband, I want to go home so badly, I want to be in his arms and feel his warmth and his love. “Please come back home with me,” he continued, his eyes searching mine, desperately trying to mend this gsp between us. “Let’s put all this misunderstanding and arguments aside and work on our relationship. I miss you at home; the house is empty and lonely without you.” He confessed sadly. The honesty in his voice tugged at my heart, igniting a wave of nostalgia. I missed that house too, the way it felt alive with our laughter and dreams. We could have been decorating our baby’s room now, but here I am hiding in Kate’s house, scared for my life.

She breathed shallowly, and with difficulty, she said, "I miss home. I miss Willow and Julian. I miss Tyler and Karen. "I miss Dexter and his family, Gabriella, Evelyn… Landon, I miss Toby. If we don't find a donor in Bristlewick this time, can we go home? "Landon, it's not that I don't want to fight anymore. I just don't want to end up with nothing, with no time to really be with Toby. While I still can, I want to talk to him, hear about school, and knit him little mittens so his hands won't be cold in the winter.

There was no assurance that we were just assuming things here since Irryn didn't say anything, but I just couldn’t help myself feeding off the thoughts that she missed me too, and she always thought of me the way I was thinking of her for the past years. I was happy, but I was still sad. "I can't go home with you yet, dad. I still have one year-service left in my current contract, so I'm sorry." "But can you go home after a year, son? Please. Daddy wants you back." "We'll see about that. If I were the only one to be asked, I would be itching to go home. I miss home! I miss our family! And God, I miss Irryn!"

Like who is dating whom and who is sleeping with whom. She’ll make sure I don’t spend my time thinking of Jason. And in the morning, I’ll be fresh and new. I miss her. I miss Nana and Lisa and the kids. Everyone. I miss everyone back home. As cozy as being back here is. I feel like my home is truly there. “Hey,” to distract myself from that thought, I touched Kristina’s arm. She opened her eyes, staring at me with a questioning look. “Are you okay?”

“I just thought some company would be nice. You seem distant…” I sighed and slowly inhaled the evening air. The sun was setting, casting beautiful golden streaks in the sky. It reminded me of sitting at the waterfall back home, trying to find peace and quiet. “I think I’m a little homesick,” I replied after a short silence. “I didn’t think I’d miss home. And don’t get me wrong—it’s been wonderful living here for the past week. I just… miss it.” “I understand,” she said, placing a palm on my shoulder. Her expression was comforting, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. “It’s okay to miss home. You’ve not been here long, and you still need time to get used to the terrain.”

I just had to escape for a while. I was at the door, a sudden wave of longing washed over me. I yearned for the warmth of home, the familiar scent of my mother’s cooking, and the comforting presence of my father. It was a bittersweet ache that tugged at my heart, reminding me of what I had lost.