I miss being back in Melbourne.
I miss waking up to a cold day where you can truly enjoy a cup of hot coffee.
I miss the dry cold fresh air of Melbourne.
I miss walking to the local Deli (without getting soaked in sweat) and getting sundried tomatoes, olives, freshly baked Italian herbal bread, a small block of nice cheese, fresh date scones and coming back home, sitting down by my dinning room, drinking some good tea with my vintage tea cup set and enjoying the simple breakfast - and just staring at my garden, with the only sound coming from the birds outside, a distant lawn mower, and the gentle chime of my grandfather clock... and slowly tuning out.
I miss that. I wish I could be back (in the other) home right now.