I miss walking past 2500 years of history everytime I stepped out the door. I miss being able to hop on the 8 tram down Viale di Trastevere, passing covert historical sites to wind up at the very obvious historical site of the Area Sacra at the end of the line. Not to mention being able to board a bus and find myself at the base of the Coloseum or the foot of the columns of St. Peter's square. I miss the feeling of awe every time I crossed the bridge on the 23 bus on my way to SpeedColor to get film developed or to pay an outrageous price to have my slides converted to digital pictured and put onto a CD.
I dislike driving now, for some reason. It bothers me that in order to get anywhere I want to go, I have to drive. I can't just show up at a bus stop and be able to get anywhere in Appleton I want to go. In order to use the buses, I have to know which buses stop where and where the buses go before I get on. And I can't just board a train at the Appleton train station and wind up in Oshkosh half an hour later. ....actually, I can't board a train at the Appleton train station at all.
I'm annoyed that I need to remember this thing called an ID if I want something to drink; and I can't seem to find a $3 bottle of good wine anywhere, let alone at PizzaBoom, street level right below my apartment.
But it's nice to be home for the holidays.
