Well its 10 months since I’ve quit my life in good ole Lexington, KY and four months since I’ve taken up van residence full time. I guess it’s time for a miss / don’t miss list. In no particular order…
My Birkienstocks: Why I left them at home when Jill brought 12 pairs of shoes I don’t know (this of course counts climbing, ski boots, running shoes etc). I only brought 8 pairs, one more was just too much.
Magee’s Bakery: Almond croissants and the hottest coffee in Lexington.
Our Dining Room Table: It was the place of many a good meal and even better conversation. We do have both in the van, but its not the same.
Work: Some days I miss shooting and editing TV news stories.
Co-workers: There was a handful of people that I actually liked.
The Red: I never thought I’d miss Southern sandstone, well-done bolted lines, clear cut ways of decent, rhodo jungles, and a good guidebook. Not to mention the cast of characters.
Ice: Bourbon just isn’t the same if you can’t have it on the rocks.
Work: I don’t miss shooting TV news like I thought I might. I really don’t miss the daily bull that seems to go along with it, but I guess there is daily bull at most jobs.
Lexington, KY: It was home for almost 16 years yet if I never move back there that will be OK. As Scott Miller sang…Nothin’ wrong with where I come from, maybe just meant to be that.
The Daily Routine : After almost 11 years of dong the same thing it is nice to do something different. Even if that something different isn’t always easy.
Humidity: Makes spring and summer miserable, doesn’t allow for night time cooling, makes you run the air condition non-stop.
Stuff: Its amazing how little you really need to get by.
Mowing: If I ever have a traditional grass yard (doubtful if we live out west) it will be small enough to mow with one of those cool old school push mowers. And no 2-cycle string trimmer ever again.
Training For a Big Run: I do miss running, but it is nice to take a little time away from training for a long race. It is great to not have to run 12 or 16 miles at Raven Run on the weekends, I can still see the Red Trail in my sleep.