Something that you miss.
I haven’t lived at home since I was 18. I left for college, went home that first summer, and then I was own my own. I thought that living on my own and being independent was so grown-up. But now I miss home. I miss my mom, my dad, and my sister. I miss my neighborhood, and my state. I miss the beach. All of those things are different now. My relationship with my parents is different now that they’re parents of adults and new grandparents. My relationship with my sister is different now that she’s a mom. My neighborhood looks different. The trees have grown so tall you can’t even see the other houses now. The memories are sweet, though.