There was this one mom and pop burger joint that had the simplest, most basic, super greasiest burgers but to this day they were the best burgers I’ve ever tasted. The place was tucked away in an alley and it was one of those “you have to be a local to even know this exists” places.
Also, having moved from a smaller town to a bigger city, I miss how close everything and everyone was. You wanted to go see someone, or go do something, it was always just a walk away instead of having to deal with all the hullabaloo of traffic and bus lines and yada yada.
I’m from NYC. I miss good public transportation, museums, and nightlife.
Being less than 10 miles from the beach no matter where in town I was. That said I have woods now and I like that just as much.
Edit: I do miss how many concerts were always happening. Guess I’ll go play my banjo.
Im from tulsa. When i was 21 my brother died. I moved away 2 weeks after the funeral. I cant go back there. Too many memories 😪
I spent a year living in Tulsa on south gilete ave, the only redeeming quality was the sonic like 6 blocks away.
Honestly, not much.
I went from the west coast (Nevada) to the Chicago area. I miss a couple of friends, fast commutes, and good Mexican food. That’s about it. Chicago has so much more opportunity and access to a ton of things.
We had a small restraunt similar to chipotle but like, way, way better. Nothing away from home even comes close, I miss that place.
I’m from Ft. Worth, TX and have lived in CT for 20 years and I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly it was that I missed most about it until I went down there last year. It’s the balmy evening breeze. Gets me every time.
I miss being able to hear my own thoughts when I go out in nature.
The slim chance I’ll see one of my school friends while it and about. There is not no way I’ll see anyone I grew up with unless we plan to.
Zestos and Polly’s Freeze and that’s about it.
I miss their malts, they were always the best.
The memories, and not much else.
I think if you stay in a place your whole life, you don’t really get how much it changes. Go away for a few years and come back, it’s almost like a new place sometimes.
Every now and then I go on Google Maps, satellite view, and look at places I used to live. You see trash piled up everywhere. Cars everywhere. Three or four cars to a driveway in what used to be single family homes.
I know a lot of people who still live there. They haven’t changed at all. Even as the trash piles up around them, they still think they’re living in paradise. Especially now that weed’s legal there. I think the government just said “fine, smoke a jay and delude yourself with our blessing.” Shit should be legal everywhere, at least as long as more dangerous shit like cigarettes and alcohol are. I don’t partake in any of it, I think it’s all shit, but I think people should be free to do shit that harms no one. Maybe more limits on alcohol since drunk driving kills so many, and the problems caused by alcoholics… but I wouldn’t push it.
Oh yeah, the weather’s still pretty nice there. Temperate. But you couldn’t pay me enough to live there now.
Feeling superior to everyone.
nothing. where i grew up was a hellhole of miserable people.
now i live in a major city and life is pretty great
The food and the people
Mountains.
QuikTrip
Kansas City style BBQ
Cheez-Its
I live in Norway now and despite musing these things, wouldn’t trade them for my life now.
I’ll go eat taquitos at the QT and have diarrhea in your honor
