28 SOMETHING THAT I MISS
I miss lots of things.
I miss my long hair. Even though I’m 55 and I know I cant get away with it any more, I miss it.
I miss my first cat. She died decades ago, but she was a real lap snuggler. Never had a cat like her since. Plus, she was my first.
I miss not having my own car. We only have one between us, and while I don’t necessarily need my own car, I miss having one.
I miss my Dad. Now some would think he should be at the top of my list. But Dad and I had a complicated relationship. We were too much alike and butted heads continually. I don’t miss my sore head, but I do miss him.
I miss seeing my feet in the morning when I get up. The old belly has taken pride of place in that “first thing I see” place.
I miss not being able to wear high heels. After two ankle reconstructions on the same ankle, it’s just not happening.
I miss my boys. They’re not dead or anything, they just moved out into their own homes. I miss the smell (parents of boys will understand this one) even though it was bad enough to make me puke into my own mouth some days. I miss the noise (which could break record levels when they were fighting). I miss the family room being full of, well, family. I miss their rowdy mates. We see them all the time, several times a week in fact. But it’s not the same as them actually living here.
That’s about it. When this challenge is over, I’ll probably miss that too.