Oh the things you miss when you dont have access to them any more. To see, feel, hear, smell them. Oh I wish on this, another hot humid day to be back home.
To go see family and friends, not do anything much, just chill, drink tea and hae a fine piece.
To go see Cam, let him do a tattoo on my other foot is a must.
To sit in my mums garden, look at the pretty flowers, watch people walk past and not wonder what he/she/they are doing walking past your house. Over here if someone walks past your house you watch him till they are out of sight and call your neighbour down the street to keep an eye out for him.
The street lamp outside my mums house, lighting up the bed room.
A taxi BEEPING for its passenger.
The click of the garden gate, doesnt matter if its yours or 6 doors down, you still hear it.
To look out the back bedroom window and wait for the bus to go up Aalesund Road. You know you have enough time to walk across the court to wait for the bus.
Its amazing what you miss when you dont have those small every day things in your life. I could go on and on, but I would be here all day.