I Miss So Much
I miss sitting in a crowded restaurant, enjoying a delicious dinner and several glasses of wine with several friends, grateful for having made a reservation ahead of time.
I miss going to the movies at least once a week, smelling that popcorn as soon as I enter the theater lobby, my Pavlovian response kicking in.
I miss hosting an impromptu movie night at home, having several friends gather in my living room, passing around a giant bowl of popcorn.
I miss game nights that didn't require our phones or clicking on a link and huddling over my laptop.
I miss attending a live performance by an artist I love and respect.
I miss boarding a plane at least twice a year and the subsequent excitement and joy of flying off to a destination to unwind and escape demands of my job.
I miss ordering some guilty pleasure food at a mall food court.
I miss seeing people briefly smile at me as I walk past them on the sidewalk (because they can see I'm smiling back at them).
I miss freely roaming through a supermarket without following arrows taped to the floor.
I miss waking up next to someone, seeing the morning light filter in through the blinds and land on bare skin, blissfully realizing the previous night was not a dream.
I miss when leaders and other authority figures were intelligent, empathetic, and legitimately cared about the lives of Americans.
I miss so much.
I miss you.