I miss...

(just as a preface, i miss people, and lots of them. family and friends. too many to list here)

I miss baby swiss cheese.
I miss Barnes and Noble, where EVERY section is filled with books I can read.
I miss driving my car in the springtime, running errands on a day off with my window rolled down and my ipod plugged into the stereo.
I miss having strangers make eye contact every once in a while, nodding and saying "hi".
I miss playing volleyball.
I miss stacking my chips at a poker table.
I miss playing all games really. The mental exercise gets me by.
I miss visiting Fargo every once in a while. Old, familiar sights and sounds seem to center me when I feel lost sometimes.
I miss fields, big parks, open grassy areas. A place to play catch or toss a frisbee. Or even just a place where you can see further then 50 yards away.
I miss water, especially on my bare feet hanging off the dock.
I miss Mexican food.
I miss selection, having more than one or two of something to choose from.
I miss small talk.
I miss buying a new cd at Best Buy, wrestling with the plastic wrapping in the driver's seat of my car, and turning it up to the limits of my factory installed speaker system on the way home.
I miss beautiful clouds.
I miss always feeling comfortable in my surroundings.
I miss gardens.
I miss Skippy Honey Roasted Crunchy Peanut Butter.
I miss going out for breakfast.
I miss sandwiches.
I miss roast beef.
I miss enchiladas. (i'm repeating myself. i know)
I miss chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven.
I miss ovens.
I miss going to concerts, big or small.
I miss making a great block and making someone on the opposing team very unhappy.
I miss roadtrips.
I miss malls.
I miss hot tubs.
I miss lefse.
I miss settling in on the couch on Sunday with a toasted steak and cheese footlong or a Chipotle barbacoa burrito and watching Tarvaris Jackson disappoint.
I miss my global ignorance.
I miss reading a newspaper at a bartop.
I miss going out of my way to drive around Lake Calhoun.
I miss the friends/family per capita ratio.
I miss junior mints in a cool movie theater.
I miss knowing what things are, at the grocery store.
I miss Patrick's French Bakery.
I miss my twice-a-summer golf outings.
I miss driving through Lindenwood Park at 3 miles an hour.
I miss traffic police.
I miss Burroughs Elementary. (I'm with you Principal Cadotte!)
I miss slicing apples at PFChangs for no reason whatsoever.
I miss soft beds.
I miss having co-workers ask for and listen to my opinion.
I miss seeing dogs larger than a loaf of banana bread.
I miss barbershops.
I miss my nephews Trent, Jaden, and Lawson, and my neice Ceres very very very very much. (I know I said no people, but I HAD to make an exception.)
I miss trying a new flavor of Mountain Dew every few months.
I miss libraries.
I miss being able to buy single bananas.
I miss malts.
I miss counterspace.
I miss Walgreens.
I miss Best Buy. (deja vu)
I miss finding shirts and jeans that fit.
I miss normal socks.
I miss the state fair.
I miss sheets. (Correction. I DID miss sheets until I had some shipped here.)
I miss having a beer while bowling.
I miss Captain Morgan.
I miss TGIFridays bar. Any of them.
I miss feeling in control of my situation.
I miss quarters.
I miss Billiards on Broadway.
I miss comic book stores.
I miss baseball games.
I miss grilling a steak and drinking a nice glass of malbec.
I miss spending time with friends.
I miss Fireside Pizza. (or Duanes if I'm in Fargo)
I miss my dad watching sportscenter.
I miss my mom making rice krispy bars.
I miss my grandma's hugs.
I miss so many things.
I miss not missing so many things.

I just had to get that out. No worries. I can make a list of things that I WILL miss once I leave Seoul as well. Another day perhaps.

~tony