Homesick

There are conviniencies to staying in Lebanon like traveling to work is 10 minutes away vs 30 minutes away or the fact that I'm with my boyfriend all the time, also I'm able to save up money easier this way, but I miss my home. It's mine, it's where my food is, my comfort, my bed, my sofa,... all my stuff. I missed it so much that it caused me to cry, sounds lame I know, but I've missed it that much. 
It's nice to be in my home, it reminds me why I'm working so hard. I don't work hard to live in someone else's home I work hard to have a home of my own. One day to have a house of my own.
It creates this dilemma of going with ease of travel vs my comfort or staying in my place vs always being with my boyfriend. This would be easier if my job was in the same town as my apartment or if my boyfriend and I had been together long enough for both of us to feel comfortable moving in together (one of us is fine with it the other isn't)
I don't know, I just don't know. Maybe had I not skipped a weekend of being at my place I wouldn't feel this way or maybe I was building up to this all along. All I know is that I missed my home. Now I'm here and I'm so much more comfortable. No worrying about roommates, no uncomfortable temperatures to deal with, no worrying about being too loud and waking the roommates, no awkwardness at all... Just me at my apartment with my Love and my Little Love, now that's home.