I miss the light during the summer, I miss this beautiful language, I miss those blue eyes, I miss the freedom I felt because I had no bounds, no interrogation about my future, no stress.
I also miss the opportunity to talk English whenever I wanted, without people staring at me as if I were a freak. I miss my korridor too, and the Kanelbullar of course. I miss the water, and the green or white everywhere. I miss walking on ice beetween two islands, I miss my mood of that time a bit...

And among all the words I do miss, there is one I miss even more : jaha! (and there is no translation for this show of agreement/listenning/understanding/whatever you want to say)