Well. I've been in America for 7 years now, just came back from 5 weeks in my homeland of Australia.
Oh how I miss the Ocean and the smells and the Family and the Friends....and yet when I am there I miss America and the litle 'cottage' my husband and I live in, nestled into the foothills of the mountains in Oregon.
Miss the coyotes with their wild weird laughing, barking, screeching as they hunt down whatever it is they hunt in the fields surrrounding us.

It's like being torn apart cell by cell, sometimes the pain of missing my son in Australia is so acute - beyond tears, sort of like a coyote in the heart, screaming and hunting for something.
Then I close my eyes and will my soul to fly to him, and i walk through his home until I find him and touch his beautiful face and see his smile and gently whisper "can you feel me? I never left you." Knowing of course that I did.