Things I missed.

There are so many…  Omitting the obvious ones, like our house, Kobe, our friends, our neighbors and neighborhood, etc.

But there are some things I missed.  Like driving.  I didn’t drive for over 35 days and I missed it.  I missed our bed.  I missed tennis a lot.  Still haven’t played any since sun is officially cancelled in Atlanta (wtf?).

Missed USA a lot!  There is a very positive  feeling (not the right word to describe, since the feeling is more profound than just ‘positive’) after walking off the plane (deplaning?) to Hartsfield Jackson airport and seeing American faces and eyes, hearing English speech, and just breathing American air (yes, even in the airport).  Missed the coffee!  I would put a cup of our homemade coffee against all the coffees we had in Buenos Aires combined.  Missed having our iPhones work like a smartphone rather than a rotary phone in the pocket.  I missed checking our mailbox.

There are so many little things that I’m missing to write about I’m missing (double entendre, eat your heart out 🙂

The good old times.  The ones I never saw, but the theater of my mind can create from the old videos and imagination of all the good that doesn’t exist anymore:

Guns.

The idea of working out.  Not the workout itself.  But being bloated by the Argentinian food choices (melted cheese, pastries, ice cream and meat, which I qualitatively and quantitatively substituted by wine), the actual idea of working out is really thrilling.  One would ask: why not in Argentina?  I don’t know, working out is an American thing.  If I live to be 85, I want to be in her shape.