First time for everything

My first pang of homesickness happened today and it went like this:

I spent a couple hours in the book store this morning reading the times and drinking coffee. Someone on the sidewalk was smoking a pipe and I got to savor the smell of it every time someone walked in Barnes and Noble. Then I went and bought shoes. Then I went on a mini photo walk by myself.

Then I came home, and I was hungry.

And then I thought this: "I want a grilled cheese. Actually, I want Moms grilled cheese."

So obviously I can't have grilled cheese now because it just won't be the same.