I miss home. I miss my grandparents. I miss little Robert. Are they taking good care of him? Is he pelting his bird feed at them? I miss just lounging on the worn couch. I miss the ice cream truck driving around the block at either 10 AM or PM. I miss the other little stupid things like that. I can't sleep at night because of how homesick I am. Why is this vacation taking so long for nine days? Why am I only at day three when its best for me to be at the tail end of day nine?