September 29, 2021
I moved to Florida two years ago today. While I could write a whole blog on why that makes me happy and what I’m grateful for, that isn’t what this is.

I miss the hardwood floors and arched entryway of my Marquita Ave. apartment.
I miss walking to Snuffers for cheese fries and a DrPepper burger
I miss getting a student discount at Chick Fil a on Hillcrest because I carried a backpack and they thought I went to SMU
I miss the stained glass in the imposing sanctuary at HP Pres
I miss fro-yo dates with my favorite coworker’s kids
I miss seeing the sun rise in the Arts District downtown
I miss how that lady at Mustang Donuts knew that I wanted one glazed donut and one kolache (before I learned I couldn’t eat pork anymore)
I miss the pink flamingos at the Dallas World Aquarium
I miss the tortillas from Blue Goose
I miss nearly dying of heat stroke watching the Rangers play sub-par baseball
I miss the pie at Emporium Pies
I miss having more than one route to get somewhere
I miss that one good fall day at the arboretum
I miss the people watching at Northpark
I miss Friday morning early bird matinees at Alamo Drafthouse
I miss Taco Tuesdays and Friendsgiving
I miss my chiropractor
I miss getting lost in South Dallas every time I drove home from Fair Park at midnight even though I drove that route often
I miss that one waiter at Cisco Grill who waited on Gay and me every week
I miss trying to beat the ETA on my GPS on the Dallas North Tollway
I miss games nights and zoo trips
I miss popping my gum and the overall alto back row shenanigans I might have instigated during Chorale rehearsals
I miss Sunday selfies
I miss fall in Highland Park