On Missing Things

I miss the Belle Isle Conservatory. I used to love to wander through it, frequently. Gloomy Sundays used to often find me there, or the DIA, or used book shopping. Gloomy Sundays, like today, always take me back.

Living outside of the metro Detroit area has proven difficult and challenging. Detroit has really come back into its own the past few years, but I was too busy living out of state for a while. Now I live about 90 miles north.

What I miss most is my friends. It's hard for me to get away, it's hard for them to get away. Life is busy right now, so making new friends is challenging. I have a few here, but they all work outside of the home. I took a few semesters off work and am out of touch with others. Or, they are the wives of my husband's partners.

Maybe it's not the metro-Detroit are I miss. Maybe what I miss most is my younger days - when I lived there. I miss parts of the past so desperately, and find myself clinging to them even when all hope is gone.

Is it people or time that we start to miss as we get older?

For me, I know, it's a bit of both. And I would give anything to go back. So many things I would do so differently!