I miss it.

I miss waking up on a Saturday and not knowing what I was going to do that day.

I miss going to my grandmother's house before school and having Brigham's chocolate ice cream for breakfast.

I miss the way my feet couldn't touch the ground when I sat at my desk.

I miss not obsessing over GPA's, and only worrying about going to gymnastics later.

I miss the minivan that smelt like last summer's tracked in sand when the car got hot- the same minivan that I now drive.

I miss the smell of freshly cut grass at five, and basil at dinner.

I miss the stained beige suede couch and taunting my brothers while watching reruns of "Cheers".

I miss falling asleep on the living room sofa, and waking up in my bed.

I miss it.