I don't miss Starbucks coffee, but I do miss "happy hour" with my Westgate friends and colleagues. (Oh, and I do kind of miss pumpkin spice lattes, too.)
I don't miss watching hockey games as much as I miss watching them with my dad.
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| Maybe next year, Blues...maybe next year. |
It's true that the pizza in the US tastes better (because let's face it, a real pizza has mozzarella, and you eat it with your hands!!). But when I think of pizza in the US, I don't think of the taste as much as I think of Wednesday nights at junior high youth group, Papa John's day at school (which also happened to coincide with jeans day!), or someone (usually Mom) driving through Illinois and calling to say, "Should I stop at Roma's on my way home?"
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| In Chicago...and yes, we did stop at Roma's on the way home. |
Whether I'm feeling happy, frustrated, or embarrassed (that one happens a lot), I miss coming home to my best friend and roommate and telling her about my day.
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| Pirate party! |
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| The last night in our apartment...with our impressive parking lot golf ball collection |
There may be other little things that I miss here and there (ex. self-stick stamps, Hidden Valley Ranch dressing, free refills) but they're not important. Ultimately, it's the people--and the memories I associate with them--that I miss.
This is still a hard phrase for me to express in French. In English, it's me that does the missing: Ex. I miss my family. But in French, it's the thing that is missed that becomes the subject: Ma famille me manque...which is sort of like saying, "My family is missing from me." Even though it's more complicated for me to think this way, I like that way of saying it. I'm completely content and happy here, but I also recognize that there are some things (people) missing from me.
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