homesick in my everyday struggles

I miss my hometown. I haven’t been home for almost 2 years, which is the longest it’s been. I’m always used to seeing my parents and my brothers and sister every month (sometimes every week). I miss waking up on Sundays and my mom has already made me my favorite breakfast (fried rice & sweet pork tocino), I miss hearing the local radio stations played in my mom’s old AM/FM radio, I miss hearing the water sprinkling when my dad waters our plants early in the morning, I miss my brother and my sister talking non sense to each other and sometimes end up on a very heated argument about random things like which is the more superior dish soap to use. I miss going to church every Sunday morning and then head straight to the mall to get some early lunch. I miss browsing around the Korean and Japanese pop-up stores and buy something I didn’t need. I miss going to the movies with my brother and my sister. It brings me joy to pay for what they want to eat and see how happy they are. I really miss those days that I used to take for granted before; there is really nothing like home.