I miss having dinner with friends.
I miss reading in bed, in summer, with the screen door open and the fan going.
I miss being able to head downstairs and fondle my secret wine stash.
I miss sitting in my oversized expensive office chair and typing on a full-size keyboard.
I miss having a job - well, the work, partly, but mostly the social interaction of working in an office full of interesting people.
I miss Trader Joe's food.
I miss really spicy food, Hunan Taste especially.
I miss driving a reasonably fast car - a diesel Land Cruiser just ain't the same.
I miss Gerolsteiner sparkling mineral water.
I miss Steve and Mark.
I miss edging the lawn on weekends.
I miss coming home to find a package on my doorstep.
I miss redwood forests.
I miss watching DVDs on a widescreen HDTV.
I miss listening to music on a stereo system that doesn't completely suck rocks.
I miss white underwear. (You try keeping it clean on a long road trip without room for a bottle of bleach in the car.)
I miss the smell of garlic in the morning, drifting down the valley from Gilroy.
I miss the feeling that I could hop in the car and be at a friend's house within an hour, if I wanted to.
I miss having an income.
I miss Kitty.
