Missing Ohio A Little Bit

I miss home. I'll get to go back to the rolling hills and plowed fields of southwest Ohio soon, but I miss it greatly. I love Carolina, but Ohio will always be home to me. I love the weather there, even during the winter time. The obvious assumption would be that I miss my family, and I really really do. I miss hanging out with my parents. I had a great childhood there. I had an awesome backyard full of trees that I could get lost in. My friends were only a bicycle ride away, and there was always a near-by pond to go fishing in. But there's always that "x" factor. That thing that you simply can't explain, but you know it's there, and it's real. There's just this thing about where I grew up that I can't identify. Of course I can define particular things, but even if I had all of those apparent things here, it would seem to me that there would still be something missing. Perhaps its why Dorothy made the simple statement when she was lost in Oz "There's no place like home." I suppose it could be the comfort of being around what's familiar, or the confidence in knowing where Maple Street leads to. Whatever it is, I miss it.