I have a cold. A lingering, probably going to become bronchitis, cold. I’ve spent the weekend applying for jobs and prepping for an interview that I had today. While it has been a very restful weekend, I feel restless.
I miss the resounding silence in Shawnee, Kansas when I lay down to go to sleep at night.
I miss the never-ceasing, chattering wail of sirens and trains in the background that makes up Atlanta, near Emory.
I miss going to tea shops to sit and drink tea that is just good for you. And that tea being the cheapest thing on the menu.
I really miss Tostitos.
I miss being in a time zone that is similar enough to my mother’s that I can just call her when I want to.
I miss driving in a car and the privilege of not having to constantly be mindful of the fact that I could be smashed into smithereens at any moment.
I REALLY miss having a dishwasher/dryer/elevator/garbage disposal.
I miss the friendships I cultivated in college. Not that they’ve all fallen off the face of the earth, but I did. Kind of.
Living abroad isn’t all rainbows and butterflies. I want to remember that I struggled sometimes. I didn’t just “vamos ala playa” and play football with my kids. Here is that “sometimes.”