Last night, I was awakened by a fierce thunderstorm. Oliver was trembling, and honestly, it was so loud that it made me a little uneasy. However, there was also something calming about the sound of rain pouring and hitting the roof. I found it strange to have a thunderstorm in November, but then again, it was sunny and in the 70s over the weekend. Naturally, as a problematic sleeper, my mind began racing with thoughts of everything I need to accomplish: orders, bills, payroll

As we reminisced about the past, our memories were so vivid they evoked a deep nostalgia for those times. I began to reflect on what "being homesick" truly signifies. Can I express that feeling or thought in writing so that others might grasp it?