Missing

My hometown
When people find out that I am American, after the obligatory “Oh, really, where are you from?”, inevitably I get asked what I miss about the US. And in support of the Sleep is for the Weak Writing Workshop prompt (Tell me something you miss) I will share with you the things that I miss.
- I miss my family. My two sets of parents are both retired. I left the US in 2005 and they all retired shortly after that. Coincidence? I miss being able to meet my Mom for lunch at Panera Bread (gorgeous soup & bread). I miss visiting my Dad in his new workshop where he makes golf clubs as his part-time job. I miss my Grandma’s oatmeal cookies and chicken & dumplings. I miss visiting my Auntie & Grandma and going for a Coney Island hotdog. I desperately miss the fact that I can’t just pop in the car and drive over to see anyone in my family. I miss the fact that my daughter is missing out on her grandparents. I miss my family.
- I miss convenience. In the US, stores are open late and early and seem to have everything you need. I miss Target and Old Navy. I miss being able to get places quickly. I miss WIDE OPEN highways with obviously marked road signs. I miss Pay at the Pump gas (petrol) stations. I miss drive through banks. I miss drive through Starbucks! I miss Starbucks (it tastes different here). I miss convenience.
But you know what? That’s about it! I miss my family first and foremost but phone calls, Skype and the occasional visit make life easier. I miss convenience, some foods and some stores. But that’s all…and you know why? Because I have such a wonderful life here. I don’t mean to wax ridiculous, but, I have everything I need here (with the exception of my family). I have a wonderful, loving husband who has made all of my dreams come true. I have a gorgeous and amazing daughter who brightens my every day. I have inlaws who defy the inlaw stereotype and are thoroughly supportive of me and love their granddaughter immensely. I live in a country that’s beautiful and welcoming and I have found substitutes for all the quirky things that I miss. So, despite having a little hole in my heart for my family back in the US, my heart has been filled to brimming over with England and my life here. Thanks for making the “missing” so much easier!




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