it’s not until i leave a place that i come to appreciate little things i like about it. i’m not talking about missing people, because i always know that will come. but little things i miss about home, like my pillows and picturebooks, my perfectly-functioning sink, my favourite places to eat and just look around, walking through the city in the morning and knowing exactly what’s open and where i should go.
there are of course things that i will miss here – proximity to ben’s cookies and moo-moo’s, the opportunity to see a new play or performance almost every night, or at least a museum – free, the creative little independent shops full of lovely things, never being limited by a lack of transportation – beautiful walks just steps away.
what will you miss?