It's only when you're away, alone, that you somewhat miss the feeling of being home.

Being with my noisy sisters...
Being with my (or rather my sister's) dumb dog that freaks out whenever my sister's boyfriend is around...
Being with my huge ass TV that has enough cable channels to keep my occupied for the whole damn day...

Being away is nice, occasionally. But it's the coming home that really hits the sweet spot (especially when the trip isn't all that fun to begin with).

I can't wait to get back to home sweet home!