"Back in the US, back in the US, back in the USSR!"

I got home on Saturday evening.

Things I didn't realize I missed until two days ago:
Trees.
Birdsong (specifically waking up to it, as opposed to the traffic noise outside or the fractious groaning of the bathroom pipes when someone flushes the toilet).
Driving.
Wide open spaces.
All the books I left here.

Oh, it's good to be home.

Cheers, y'all.