I don't think anyone who leaves the home they grew up in appreciates it for what it is until they've lived somewhere else.
My heart aches for home. I miss the ability to drive thirty minutes in any direction and already be in the country, surrounded by huge skies and landscapes that stretch for miles. I miss the sunsets-- glorious explosions of pinks, oranges and purples jetting across the sky.
I can't wait to be back there next month. By the time we are there, it will have been nine months since I left... which is the longest amount of time I've ever been gone. I'm eager to be back in my home state.