Missing: If found, please report.

I have been in France for five months 20 days and counting.

I miss laughing at least 80 percent of the time.  I miss my cat meowing and taking my dog for walks.  I miss my Nature’s Gate shampoo and conditioner.  I miss my own shower. I miss my own bed.  I miss the rest of my clothes, which have been neglected for 5 months.  I miss not getting to know my new house.  I miss Carpenter Library with the tables.  I miss my job working in archives. I miss people smiling on the street.  I miss blue skies 200 days out of the year instead of 14.  I miss local things.  I miss knowing people on the street and I miss Vermont farmers’ markets.  I miss really good tap water.  I miss green spaces that weren’t artificially made but rather consciously protected.  I miss my sweatpants.  I miss swimming.  I miss responsible students.  I miss BYOB restaurants. I miss Vermonters.  I miss Bryn Mawr.  I oddly miss the United States.  I miss Bear Pond Books.  I miss the English language.  I miss my quirks.  I miss driving.  I miss playing the saxophone.  I miss my friends.  I miss my family.  I miss my oddly extended family.  I probably miss you (whoever you are reading this).  I miss understanding academia.  I miss being a true-to-the-core political science major.  I miss having the New York Times to read at breakfast.  I miss having the New York Times crossword puzzle to attempt.  I miss yarn-bombed places.  I miss snow.  I miss the bitter cold of fall in Vermont.  I miss tjmaxx.  I miss my printer.  I miss coin rolls.  I miss well water.