Home.

I remember once when I was little, I was at my grandmother's house, and I just really, really wanted to go home. I just wanted home, you know? I think I was a miserable little thing, and I distinctly remember making my aunt equally miserable and quite angry. I do believe she thought me quite rotten... and even told me so before I left.

I miss Sudan.

And I very, very, very much want to go home to my leettle Ellen, my neighbors, my cozy little mud house and my lumpy little mattress.

I just want home.