Homesick sometimes

Sometimes I just miss home. I can't help but think about summer days sitting outside of my house in the heat watching cars drive by. I can't help but think about the cotton fields, deep southern accents, spending time with my dad or my little sister, having dinners with my grandparents, and oh the food! How I miss the food! I just miss the environment I grew up around. Sometimes I wish I could combine my new life with a bit of the old. That would be perfect! I don't mean to complain about anything, life is good. It's just sometimes you miss home a bit. I am so grateful for the opportunities I have had to live where I did, even though it wasn't perfect.