Miss

I miss talking to my sister in Spanish so our parents wouldn’t understand. I miss telling her anything and hearing her infallible recommendations.

I miss arguing with Alec over who had dibs on our name. I miss trying to make Anthony’s girlfriends feel uncomfortable about how comfortable he was with me. I miss the lazy mornings turned afternoon talking with Mom, and the fact that I can still sit on Dad’s lap as he quizzes me with engineering questions.

As thrilling as living in the Eastern Hemisphere is, sometimes I can’t help but think of the people on the other side. I miss Chris’s unabashed goofiness. I miss the way Laureen would say Alexander. I miss Andrea’s disparaging comments about kale and quinoa. I miss agreeing with Connor about the evils of flirting.

And the moments; I miss all of the things we’d do! I miss speeding through the mud-and-water rollercoaster better known as Loxahatchee with Collin. I miss picking out date spots I knew I’d never use with Christine. I miss pretending I liked coffee before I actually liked coffee with the squad on a crap-I-bungled-my-plane-tickets trip to NYC. I miss playing exhausted Egyptian Rat Screw with tenacious Leandra.

I miss swimming through every pool on our street with Eric and Jenna, Neddy style; I miss shivering in the cold while Drake cut my hair; I miss Alvin’s entourage of insect glamor shots; I miss driving around roundabouts ad nauseum with Ty.

I guess, what I mean to say, is I miss you.