Homesick guilt

I just realised that I'm afraid of tell people I miss them. I feel guilty to hint to the world that I may be homesick.
It is irrational, borderline stupid, but here I am. In the back of my mind (my subconscious it's just a beautiful, complex little thing) I think that homesickness is a weakness; that missing the ones I left behind makes me undeserving of being where I am now. That I should be tough and suck it up if I want to remain here. That missing means that I have to go back...
And it's not that I don't want to go back. But I just don't want to leave.
There are people and little routines that make the mundane tasks of everyday life an amazing moment. Having dinner, singing, driving around, going to the shops, serving God together...the mere idea of leaving them now breaks my heart.
And I feel guilty for feeling that way. I believe that I should just be thankful for the experiences past and present, for those will shape my future. And I am incredibly grateful but the sweetness of this easy life, the balm that this year has been in my recently fractured soul has left me wanting more.
I am aware that I am in fact undeserving, which is why I fear to dream of wanting more of this, to miss them, to stick around a little bit longer. And to miss the ones I left behind.

Nota mental: Today I don't know what to say to myself. I'm not sure that the "pressing on" attitude it is the right approach. But that's all you (I) have to survive at the moment. May God provide you with wisdom.