There was this one mom and pop burger joint that had the simplest, most basic, super greasiest burgers but to this day they were the best burgers I’ve ever tasted. The place was tucked away in an alley and it was one of those “you have to be a local to even know this exists” places.
Also, having moved from a smaller town to a bigger city, I miss how close everything and everyone was. You wanted to go see someone, or go do something, it was always just a walk away instead of having to deal with all the hullabaloo of traffic and bus lines and yada yada.
The memories, and not much else.
I think if you stay in a place your whole life, you don’t really get how much it changes. Go away for a few years and come back, it’s almost like a new place sometimes.
Every now and then I go on Google Maps, satellite view, and look at places I used to live. You see trash piled up everywhere. Cars everywhere. Three or four cars to a driveway in what used to be single family homes.
I know a lot of people who still live there. They haven’t changed at all. Even as the trash piles up around them, they still think they’re living in paradise. Especially now that weed’s legal there. I think the government just said “fine, smoke a jay and delude yourself with our blessing.” Shit should be legal everywhere, at least as long as more dangerous shit like cigarettes and alcohol are. I don’t partake in any of it, I think it’s all shit, but I think people should be free to do shit that harms no one. Maybe more limits on alcohol since drunk driving kills so many, and the problems caused by alcoholics… but I wouldn’t push it.
Oh yeah, the weather’s still pretty nice there. Temperate. But you couldn’t pay me enough to live there now.