I didn't know that I would feel the pull of home this strong, because it was sort of like coming home to my mom's. I don't know when this stopped being home for me, it was so gradual that I didn't really notice it happening. Not at all the painful cut of the apron strings I was expecting.
Suddenly I noticed that my own bed is the one I need to fall asleep in, my blankets are the ones that I want to snuggle up in. I miss the familiar sounds and smells of my house. I miss the taste of my water even. I'm no longer a transient being looking for where I belong, I have my home.