WHAT WE MISS MOST
Even as our cities begin the long and arduous process of reopening, we’re grieving what once was and, very likely, can never be again. Sometimes the missing is nostalgic and sometimes it is sad. Other times, we miss things with hope or quiet gratitude. From the mundane to the magnificent, we asked our readers to tell us what exactly they were missing.
“I miss face to face interviews. There’s something about drinking coffee together or standing in the physical space that inspires someone else’s passion that is hard to replicate via Zoom. I’m better in person, but I’m grateful you’ve all put up with my technology and children as I bring you stories from around the state.”
“Hugs. Playground dates for the toddler. Biking to restaurants. Daycare. I miss daycare a lot.”
“My soon-to-be 4 year old niece, Ivy, is missing the interactive children’s area at the public library. She’s especially confused now that the library is open but the play area is not.”
--Heather Hamilton-Post
“Baseball!” -Harper Crabtree
--Stina Sweetland
--Lindy Johnson
“I miss handshakes, hugs, and toasting to my friends’ milestones and achievements. I miss travel, festivals, dining out, and going wine tasting. But most of all, I miss having Sunday dinners with my immunocompromised family members, and can’t wait to share a meal with them again.” --Amber Daley
Photo by Pien Muller
“The first live music on outdoor patios of the season. The Sandbar is a must in the summer. People watching the folks on the greenbelt under shady trees, and the great musical acts. Dropping by the Modern for a swanky cocktail at the bar top. Karaoke with friends! We have been trying it Zoom style, but it’s difficult.” --Jamie Borge
“Live concerts!!!” --Kelli Swanson “The shared joy of live music!” --Holly Anderson
“I miss going to dinner and a movie. My kids miss being able to play with their friends.” --Heidi Rudledge Jewell
“FEELING COMFORTABLE.” --Marlene Tague
“I miss being able to use my fingers to take furballs out of my mouth when I take my dogs for a ride in the car. ... I miss knowing what day of the week it is. ... I miss being able to touch something without wondering who else has touched it. …” --Chris Langrill
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