Who's asking: Almost everyone I've seen, Los Angeles, CA
Sure I do, sometimes. Lots of things I don't miss: the traffic, the self-absorption, the relentless sexualization of everything, the assumption that only youth matters.
But I miss my friends, I miss the weather, I miss the ability to go from beach to mountains in half an hour. I miss being able to see any movie I want to see at almost any time of day. I miss the variety of produce in the supermarkets, and I miss Trader Joe's so much I didn't even go into one while I was here, for fear that I'd start to cry.
That's not to say I don't love Maine. Maine's home in a way I can't explain, and never expected it to be. It is cold and rocky and isolated, hiding great beauty and the ability to explode into growth with only a little bit of sunshine and warmth. Draw your own metaphor.
Today, especially, I also miss my mom, who would have been 66 today. No place is really home without her.
Back to Maine today... thanks to everyone who offered hospitality on this trip, especially Lori, Pete and Frankie (my dog nephews), Sheila and Greg, Ann Marie, and everyone at The Mystery Bookstore. I wish I could have stayed a little longer, as I'm leaving without seeing too many of the people I wanted to see. Next time.