I miss walking down my street and smelling honeysuckle in the air. I miss seeing the duck pond, both during the day when little kids are there feeding the ducks and at night when it's lit up, and knowing that I'm just about to turn onto my street and be home. I miss the beach, though I rarely went. I miss going swimming on a really hot day. I miss living near the water. I miss fishing.
I kinda miss home, and I don't know when I'll be able to go back.
