I miss figure skating and my skating friends. I agree that working out with friends is so much more easier and more fun.
I miss the library being open.
I miss running errands without it feeling like Packman or Hunger Games. And I miss the facial expressions (though I will happily wear a mask if it means we can open things up a bit).
I miss running payrolls for clients without asking with gutsinking fear whether they had to let people go or not this week.
I miss lunches with the Mommy Mafia.
I miss the energy that went along with daily life… the freedom to make plans, the keeping up with schedules and hearing DD’s and DH’s stories about their day or their experiences.
I sure miss being able to see and spend time with extended family and loved ones. I have a lot of sibs and nieces and nephews. Normally we all get together several times a month, plus my mom. Due to C19, we haven’t been able to gather since dad’s funeral 3/14.
We were supposed to have a wedding shower and wedding as well. Neither happened.
I miss travel and ability to casually decide to travel and where I’d like to go. I don’t miss crowds. I miss being able to get together with friends and being able to attend live theater. I miss being able to casually grocery shop.
Mostly I’m missing meeting up with friends for tea and conversations and hugs. It’s not the same on facetime!
Since it’s just May (is it? I seem to be losing count…), I haven’t yet missed our annual trek to the Pacific NW to see our daughters, sibs, MIL, old friends, etc. We usually spend three or four weeks, and it’s really going to hurt. We haven’t seen D2 since August.
Not missing malls, restaurants. On the news last night they were showing all the cleaning going on at a local mall, and when they showed the escalator handrail my first thought was “Nope, not touching that, not going there!
I miss being able to do my own grocery shopping. I would make on the spot decisions based on the quality of the produce at the time. Now I refuse to order cauliflower or broccoli, because the store where I get curbside pickup is so inconsistent. (Also miss cauliflower and broccoli.). Also miss being able to fill my cart with substitutions if they were out of something I wanted. My curbside doesn’t do substitutions, so I have to play the lottery and guess which size/brand they will have this week.
I miss being able to work out on the machines at the gym.
I love taking Zoom classes everyday through my gym while they are closed. I dare say I’m in better shape than when I went to the gym 3 days a week.
I miss my mani/pedi.
I miss my hair stylist. (Dye my own hair, so I’m ok there.)
I miss eating out.
I miss our friends.
Our kids are at opposite ends of the globe, so talking to them on the phone is the norm. Love that we can do a family FaceTime now that both of them work at home and we can make the time fit over a difference of nine hours.
I miss giving hugs. A neighbor died, and I couldn’t hug his wife. It felt awkward standing 6 feet away.
I miss so much that I don’t know where to start. Life as I knew it was upended. My workload doubled due to COVID-19 issues and the sanity-keeping chats with co-workers and other business associates came to a halt. Fun conferences this spring and personal vacations didn’t happen. I miss the interaction of my office, my travel (business and personal), lunch with friends and business associates, seeing my daughter (lives in the area but haven’t seen her in 8 weeks), and SPORTS!! I’m a big college sports fan and engage with so many people over sports- including the student-athletes themselves in come cases.
Miss wearing my fun work wardrobe- casual but fun- and it’s not worth wearing it to work at my kitchen counter.
I get outside to run or walk, but our little backyard pool just doesn’t cut it for swimming. I bought a tether and I swim in place like a fish caught on a line. Not the same.
Miss: not having to worry so much about infection from things touched by other people or being near other people who have no apparent (to themselves or anyone else) sickness.
I miss working out at the gym (never thought I’d say that). I don’t miss the folks there that were inconsiderate (I suspect/hope that will change after it is safe to reopen/return) and I don’t miss the traffic here. I miss my bridge games, but we play on line. Thats fun and different.
What about what we like? I like having lunch with DH. I like taking walks with him. I like the short commute to my new office… 2 floors down. I like my many different zoom lunches and zoom happy hours, some with local friends, and some with friends/college buddies I havent seen in ages.
I was the opposite of germaphobe, and I miss the days of not worrying about door handles, or disinfecting my car steering wheel. Gone are the carefree days of pumping gas oblivious to any danger other than the excessive amount of people in my state who have a lit cigarette.
I hate being unproductive, especially during the work day. The last day with some semblance of normalcy in my life was March 12. Seems like an eternity ago.
I miss being at work and seeing my students and being around the teachers and everyone. Those kids are special and online isn’t the same.
I miss an ordinary normal day. I miss a day when I didn’t even realize how lucky I was and didn’t appreciate things. I would appreciate them now. An ordinary day when I the alarm clock wakes me up and I don’t want to get up and feel rushed and busy and some people are annoying and I see friends at work and students are learning and some do things they shouldn’t and I’m tired. I miss that!! I miss regular, normal. I miss thinking about what I will do in the future and actually being able to imagine those things.
I miss my book club, getting to see friends in person, going grocery shopping in person (I love grocery shopping and love cooking). I love strolling the isles and seeing what looks good and dreaming up things to cook. I miss driving to work and listening to audio books. I miss going out to eat.
I miss not worrying about the future and feeling that things were a lot more predictable than they seem now.
I missed my trip to my daughter’s match day in March and will miss seeing her graduate from med school on the 15th.
I will miss seeing my parents on their 60th wedding anniversary, a little bittersweet as my mom is starting down the Alzheimer’s path and may not be able to create many more memories.
I miss the Italian restaurant just around the corner. They aren’t even open for take out, they are completely closed.
I am enjoying hearing the little 5 year old girls that are best friends yell across the road to each other. One is my neighbor and one lives across the road.
I will enjoy it when my husband goes back to having office hours instead of working from home.
I miss visiting with the kids I volunteer for as a court advocate, and I miss court.
I miss going to the fabric store when I need thread or something little (it’s only a few blocks away). I miss 1/4" elastic. I miss the thrift store (my source for most fabric I buy).
I miss sports (but am currently enjoying game 4 of the 2004 ALCS - I wonder if the Red Sox will pull it off?)
I enjoyed watching the Supreme Court on C-Span this week (but I felt bad for any attorney who was appearing for the first time and didn’t get to go through the pomp and circumstance of the courtroom, because for some it really is a once in a lifetime experience). Man, do those attorneys talk fast!
I miss rehearsals and concerts with my chorus and who knows when 100 people will be able to stand close together and harmonize. I miss water aerobics and even when/if it starts up again it will never be the same because one of the longtime instructors died during the first week of the lockdown. I can and do still sew but I miss sewing with others.
My daughter says she misses thrift stores and wants to hug someone besides her husband.
I also miss watching my son playing soccer. He is so good and it was just beautiful watching him dribbling the ball. No one could take the ball from him unless using physical strength to push him over and suffer a foul. He is light like a feather but with lightening speed. He was the only HS freshman who made varsity and became the team’s MVP for the season. His club soccer coach gave him a shirt that said “I am so good your mom clapped for me”. He was going on to be the next Messi.
Okay I exaggerated a little, and the last sentence was completely BS. But it’s true about the MVP
