I don't Tink. I don't miss in the slightest. What I miss is Transition Year (the optional extra in-betweeney gap year I've just finished). I miss India, which must have been the best three weeks of my school life. I miss that my friends used to be so innocent and fun. I miss the fact that once, they really were friends.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller