Miss is a terrible word

I am homesick. Terribly. I miss everything about home. I miss my family. I miss my boyfriend. I miss being able to go to Wal-Mart during the middle of the night. I miss being able to read the directions on a cake mix or reading the labels at the grocery store. I miss Mountain Dew and a 12 pack of Coke in the refrigerator. I miss things being in inches and miles versus centimeters and kilometers. I miss all of it and more. Sometimes I think I royally screwed up!