missing normanton

i miss frolicking in bed.
i miss waking up to chilled vodka ribena in a bottle.
i miss walking around and finding a lighter at every other corner.
i miss looking for something to cook.
i miss sitting in front of the teevee with wine and dinner.
i miss doing my laundry when nobody's at home.
i miss waitin for the sun to shine before hitting the pool.
i miss sitting on my ledge watching the world through the twirling ciggie smoke.
i miss having my friends pop over just to chill.
i miss organising parties for fun.
i miss grocery and house equipment shopping.
i miss fighting for clothes hanging space.
i miss going downstairs to auntie's stall to order fried rice with sunny side up.
i miss having to pay enormous taxi fares just to come home for dinners with family.
i miss having the guys come over to cook.
i miss having bewildered reactions to whatever lurks inside my fridge.
i miss middle of the nite i-can't-sleep jamming sessions at the computer.
i miss smoking at home whenever i want to.

i miss the life i had living at normanton.

i wanna stay out. i miss everything about staying out.