i miss these simplest and random moments;
plonking ourselves down for little britain, armed with sliced strawberries and cheap wine. finishing up toast with marmalade/butter and baked fish fingers because they are expiring. lugging the picnic basket to the park which cant really hold as much as the plastic bags they come in. working the washing machine and hugging the warm clean bundle of clothes scented with softener. trying to stay sane and controlled while grocery shopping. inhaling fresh(?) air on the porch and spot tiny marsupials - have clean forgotten what they are called - scampering around. heading to the study room with ipod and the notes. the alcohol-fuelled nights of rowdy fun. waking up to my birthday homemade pancakes after a night of rushing the last project of school; i can never ever find one that is better, ever.

a couple of years on, the change is drastic. not for the better or worse - but simply different. it seems so long ago and i am strangely afraid to feel this distant from those days. i now fully comprehend what it meant by once those days are gone, they are gone.