Novel & Cerita I Miss Home

I’ve never felt so lonely in my life, even back when I was always alone as a kid. I miss Christian and Jenny! We call and text but it’s not the same and even the lack of our extended circle of friends gets to me too. I miss our little crew and our bowling and cinema outings. I miss my life back home. I’m so detached from all of it, like it’s no longer within my reach and not out there waiting for me anymore.

I sent him letters too since we were allowed inside to make one during our recreational activities. I miss everyone a lot. I miss my parents. I miss Avery and her daughter. I miss the lads. I miss Martha so much and our laughter together. I miss Gwyneth. I miss my twins. And most of all, I badly miss Milo. I cannot wait to see everyone after I come out here.

there's a feeling that comes with knowing that you are home and it's not a place but it's a person and it's a feeling and you can sometimes find it in the eyes of the people that you love or the people closest to you who understand you and get you. I guess I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist yet and a place that I have an ice would be thankful for because there are people out there who have it much worse than I do and if being homesick for a place that doesn't exist as a thing then I I know that I I'm really homesick and I miss my kids and my husband and I really want to go back home where is that is and wherever they are is where I want to be and where I want to stay. If last night

he said, hands in his pockets, that unreadable smirk on his face. “You always show up when I need someone to make things weirder,” I said, but I couldn’t help smiling. He shrugged. “It’s a talent.” He looked me over, not in a creepy way. More like he was checking if I’d slept, if I’d eaten, if I still looked like the girl he knew. “Doing okay?” I nodded, then paused. “I like it here. But I miss home.” He blinked. “Seriously?” “Yeah. I miss Mr. and Mrs. Hawke. I miss town. I don't miss school now but I'm sure I will later on… I miss Zelda too.”

Eventually, she said, “You know, you don’t have to do this alone. You could come home. Even just for a visit.” Home. The word didn’t sting—it just didn’t mean what it used to. I thought about my apartment. The way the morning light hit my kitchen tiles. The grocery store clerk who now remembered my name. The small life I was building that no one else had curated for me. “This is home,” I said softly. A pause. “I don’t want to lose you,” she said. “We miss you.” “I miss you too,” I admitted. “But I won’t come back just to be managed.”

I hate it when I forget to be more understanding and realize that not everybody is as privileged as I am. “It’s amazing. To see the road towards your street being passed by your car, the familiar houses near yours making you feel nostalgic. And once you enter, you’ll realize that it wasn’t the house that you missed, the house wasn’t your home. But the people who live in it.” My answer was kind of brief, and I stopped myself from saying more, because I know I could go on for God knows how long talking about home. I missed it so much that it feels so wonderful to talk about it now that I’ll be able to go back home.

The whole island is just a lie and I no longer want to be there anymore. I have a lot going on right now in my mind. I found myself driving around and I stopped in front of my parents’ mansion which was once my home. I stay in the car and just look at the house. Tears started to stream out of my eyes, and I just started weeping in the car. I miss my family, and I just want to come back home.

He was my home. Cassie: Nothing, I just miss dad. He said he would be here soon but it is still taking time. And until he comes, we can not go back home. I just miss everyone. Mr Hunt, Stella, Iris, my job. I miss everything. I replied in a sad tone. He chuckled and pecked my lips.

“Busy doing what exactly?” I hesitated. “I’m at the airport right now.” There was a pause. “You are not spending Christmas with the Reids anymore?” I stared ahead at nothing. “I missed home, Mom,” I said. “I know you and Dad are not back yet, but I miss my space.” It was not entirely a lie. I did miss my room. My bed. My window. My silence. I just did not mention that I also needed to run away from a man who makes my body forget its manners. She will kill me right on the phone if I dare.

He had even told me that he loved me, and I believed him. I can't wait to get what I came here for and leave this damn place, I thought. I can't wait to be free of all this... this pettiness. the politics, the endless games. I just want to go home. I Miss Mara. I miss my Company, Elara, Mae. Goddess I even miss Gerald. I miss home. But what did that even mean anymore? What was "home"? I had built a life in the human world, a successful company, a beautiful house, and a community of people who cared about me. But it seem as if I had also built something here also.