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.
The Ocean
Walks along the sand and the sea front sidewalks were beautiful. I have so many pictures from that time and I look at them fondly, also because the dog we had passed away since then and he’s in a lot of the photos.
I’m from NYC. I miss good public transportation, museums, and nightlife.
Same. Add family in too, I miss em.
I’m from a what was a little town in Western North Carolina and a kind of missed the smallness of it but now it’s just turned into and Asheville suburb.
Home.
The familiarity. I knew where everything was. Businesses, places to go for leisure, outdoor activities, beach, skiing, whatever. I knew streets, neighborhoods, demographics, etc. Friends, the people I grew up with, where people lived… The very essence of what “roots” are.
I’ve moved so many times that I still don’t know 95% of the street names where I’ve lived for the last 5 years. I have to look online for businesses to see what is available and take a guess which one might work. Eating out someplace new is a risk, who knows if it’s any good.
That all said, leaving has presented far, far more opportunity and done better for me than staying in my hometown ever would have.
But I’m tired of moving. I need roots again. I miss that.
i’ve lived in the same place for 10 years and don’t really have ‘roots’ here.
i think that’s more if you live with/nearby family. a lot of people won’t move because of family, even if they hate where they live.
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.
I miss the night sky. Chicago has too much light pollution to see the stars.
I miss eating frybread.
I miss the arid climate, the open sky, and even the wild weather of South Dakota.
And I miss the tight-knit concert scene of Sioux Falls, where a core group of people went to every. single. show. no matter the genre or location or age because it was all we had. Years later touring bands who came up Chicago would still recognize me as “that headbanging guy” even after I cut my hair.
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.
I used to live in a dense mega-city. Traffic and pollution aside, I miss how most things were reachable by walking or a short public transportation ride. A convenience store on every other corner, grocery store 5-10 min ride/drive away, and everything you need within a 4 mile radius.
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.
nothing. where i grew up was a hellhole of miserable people.
now i live in a major city and life is pretty great
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.
I miss being able to hear my own thoughts when I go out in nature.
