I miss a lot of things and, other than things like childhood and that really amazing Spice Girls polaroid camera, most of those things are in New England. My family, my friends. Being in the place I grew up. Experiencing proper seasons. Lobster rolls (like the good ones) and Cape Cod potato chips. It’s not easy living far away from all of that…
Okay, obviously this is more about the friends and family. I wouldn’t want them to read this and think that I miss them only as much as deep fried potato slices. It’s definitely been an adjustment for me since I’ve been out here considering almost all of my extended family lives within an hour of each other. Days like today, Mother’s Day (hi mom!!), are especially hard because a phone call seems so impersonal and hopping on a plane is just not feasible.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining here. I feel lucky to have had the opportunity to live somewhere completely different from New England. Many people I grew up with never left and I think that would have been really hard for me. However, I sometimes do wish we were at least a little bit closer. Six hour plane rides are kind of grating.
Maybe we can fold up the middle of the country a little bit? Just sometimes? No? Okay… bad idea.