Being home for a couple of weeks, I've started to really notice some of the things that I miss about Cleveland. Don't get me wrong, I love it out here. The weather is better, the scenery is breathtaking and, most importantly, for the first time in a decade, I have a job that I'm really into.
But it doesn't mean that there aren't things I really miss. It's made worse right now by my need for comfort, because I'm fighting a cold and want desperately to feel better and not put Simon at risk. The biggest thing is just having a house. I can't stand having neighbors above me and kids loitering in the parking lot. I miss having the space for an adequate refrigerator and stairs that divide the spaces for rest and daily living. I'm also tired of hearing my Realtor tell me why she can't sell my house.
There are small and big things about the house that I miss as well. I used to love the sound of the siding rubbing around in high winds, and the faint noise of I-71 a couple of blocks away. I really miss the hot tub. There was something spiritual about being naked in that thing under a clear sky full of stars. Few things offer perspective the way your size relative to the rest of the universe does.
I miss the delicious comfort food of the Winking Lizard and Buffalo Wild Wings. I think the Midwest in general has a very practical and simple approach to food that you don't see here in the Northwest. There's something to be said for simple American food made with great ingredients.
There are a lot of things here in our life in the Seattle 'burbs that are becoming familiar and routine, not the least of which is the little burrito-wrapped guy next to me. Like much of life, I think of these things as additive, not replacements for each other. I'd like a little of what I miss along with what I have.