oh-yes:

This warm weather is making me miss Spain so much. I always miss Spain, and I drive everyone up the wall with how often I mention it, but I can’t help it. When you grow up in two different places, you’re in a constant state of homesickness - you can never fully be “home”, no matter where you are. It’s like there’s always a piece of you missing. It’s so hard to be an ocean away from your family, your culture, and the things you love most. I miss my grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins, the beach, the food, the language, the warmth, the people, the weather, even the constant sound of motorcycles speeding outside my unscreened window. This summer and the whole year before I can go back just seem to be stretching endlessly ahead of me.