Homesick

You don't know how lucky you are.
You who can go home whenever you want to.
You who, if it becomes too much, can be home within a few hours.

I chose this.
This is my life.
But it doesn't make it any easier.

And it always strikes.
And it gets you bad.
And it makes you feel tiny.

I want to go home.
Now.
But I can't.
And it makes me very sad.