I hate leaving home. I love what I do, but I'd love to go home every night.
The fact is that you don't want to be away forever, but you want to lead a normal life.
Home is where the college student home for the holidays isn't.
I don't think you ever get used to being away from home.
If my superiors shall permit me to come home, I hope it will be soon; if they mean I should stay abroad, I am not able to say what I shall do, until I know in what capacity. One thing is certain, that I will not live long without my family.
It can be scary to be everywhere else for a long time. I always feel that I'm safe at home, near my family.
I have a deep and passionate love of America. It is where I have always thought I would be happiest, and although I miss England desperately, I find that my heart definitely has its home over here.
I wish I had an invisible plane to take me home to Brooklyn, and I wouldn't have to ride the subway.
After all, I long to be in America again, nay, if I can go home to return no more to Europe, it seems to me that I shall ever enjoy more peace of mind, and even Physical comfort than I can meet with in any portion of the world beside.
I want to have a nice country home one day, yeah.
I wish I could go home. I've been on the road since May. I wonder if my dogs still remember me.
I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
