I miss my old street and the sound of the trees when the wind blows outside my window. I miss having a place to enjoy the stars at night. I miss the openess I could have with my best friends, laughing, chatting and getting lost with each other for hours. I miss being with my first love, his hugs and kisses, breathing his scent in. I miss many familiar things. Painful of all I miss the part of myself I lost, a part I feel I couldn’t take with me from Adelaide.