I've had this sick feeling at the back of my gut since I came back. I thought that it would go away when I got used to living here again. But as it turns out. I still just want to go home. I want to see the people I miss. I want to hang out with the cousin that was always like a brother to me. I want to hug my brother and never let go. But I can't. And no matter how much I wish I could, I can't.