Miss my dog. Of course, everybody knows that.
Miss home and forest behind my window.
Miss my bed and peaceful book reading late at nights.
Miss my weird friends who's weirdness I understand and am a part of.
Miss stupid experiments and all the other crazy/ordinary things I'm doing back home.
Miss bridge-people and time I spent with them.
Miss pictures and random stuff on the walls and in shelves [miss shelves as they are too].
Miss not thinking and over-thinking what I'm going to say and how I'm supposed to express that.

Miss not giving a sh*t.
Or having more things to give a sh*t about.