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.
Not a single thing. Small town America sucks.
Honestly, not much.
I went from the west coast (Nevada) to the Chicago area. I miss a couple of friends, fast commutes, and good Mexican food. That’s about it. Chicago has so much more opportunity and access to a ton of things.
Chicago does have some amazing Mexican food though! To be fair, I haven’t had any in Nevada, but I would imagine it’s comparable?
There’s a larger portion of migrants from Mexico and South America, in general, so Nevada (the west coast really) has a ton more authentic selections.
There are some good places here, but it’s also sporadic whereas the west coast it’s all over the place!
The slim chance I’ll see one of my school friends while it and about. There is not no way I’ll see anyone I grew up with unless we plan to.
Bagels (though now I make my own), fruit/veg, and Mexican food.
I moved to Germany from the USA and I now teach German to immigrants. The most universal experience for immigrants to Germany from warmer countries is the slow resignation not to even try peaches, corn, berries, or avocado (it’s reasonable based on geography, just still sad). I was astounded when my husband said he didn’t like peaches, but then I tried a German peach. They’re woody, flavorless, and expensive.
same with the bagels… guess you at least get to enjoy pretzels though?
and perhaps funnel cake?https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Funnel_cake#cultural_variations
In south German cuisine, the equivalent is called Strauben or Strieble and is made and served similarly.
most fruit doesn’t travel very well. it’s very regional.
most fruits that are national/international are specifically bred for their ability to be transported long distances, and lack flavor and texture that local produce has. hence why your garden strawberries/tomatoes taste like 10x better than the ones at the store.
Feeling superior to everyone.
The quiet.
Went from living in a small rural town to an actual city. It’s always loud af no matter what time of day or night.
i live in a major city and it’s quiet af every night.
you just need to live in a area w/o poor people. rich people like it quiet.
you just need to live in a area w/o poor people
Except the biggest noisemakers are the rich fucks in the gated community across the street and their constant parties going until 4am on a weekday.
I felt that when I moved to NJ. It was 07306 above a prime fire route. The first week I was there I actually heard gunfire. It makes, as a quote goes, a distinctive sound.
But it was constantly noisy: not as in loud crashes and drama, but the background noise of so many sounds blended together to make a constant noise baseline that no one talks about. I didn’t hear it in Morristown but I heard it in JC, and it took a while to get used to.
I miss being able to hear my own thoughts when I go out in nature.
I’m from NYC. I miss good public transportation, museums, and nightlife.
Same. Add family in too, I miss em.
Im from tulsa. When i was 21 my brother died. I moved away 2 weeks after the funeral. I cant go back there. Too many memories 😪
I spent a year living in Tulsa on south gilete ave, the only redeeming quality was the sonic like 6 blocks away.
One dozen warm, salty panisses rolled in a paper and an anisette to slide them down peacefully. Yes I’m a walking cliché so what
The ocean, the mountain looking over the ocean, the friendly and warm people, the legality of weed, my climbing friends, my other friends, my mom, the freedom that comes with owning a car and having a valid driver’s license, the free availability of building materials for whatever hobby you may have, a medical system where you get to make decisions about your own health care and find doctors who actually give a fuck, the outdoor lifestyle, the non extortionate pricing of things.
Im sure I can find quite a lot more if I have it some thought.
Given that weed is legal there, were there a lot of people who grew their own weed or actually not that much? Or is that something people would just keep to themselves anyway?
I didn’t know many that grew it before being legalised, and the same for after. I know one of my old friends dad had a huge plantation and would just pay off the cops.
I was friends with a dealer so I rarely ever bought it myself before. Then they legalised it, you could have it, smoke it, transport it, but just not buy it. The loophole there is being part of a cannabis club. I left before they really became a thing though.
I don’t miss anything about the town I grew up in. It was full of chavs(who hated the fat nerd), had no entertainment options (the high street was banks and betting shops), very white and racist, 45 minute bus trip to the nearest cinema and the only thing it was known for was having a very high rate of teenage pregnancy.
I even lived there for a while after I came back from uni and tried really hard to keep in touch with my school friends but nobody made an effort.
Where I live now is much better.
I used to live in a dense mega-city. Traffic and pollution aside, I miss how most things were reachable by walking or a short public transportation ride. A convenience store on every other corner, grocery store 5-10 min ride/drive away, and everything you need within a 4 mile radius.
Home.
The familiarity. I knew where everything was. Businesses, places to go for leisure, outdoor activities, beach, skiing, whatever. I knew streets, neighborhoods, demographics, etc. Friends, the people I grew up with, where people lived… The very essence of what “roots” are.
I’ve moved so many times that I still don’t know 95% of the street names where I’ve lived for the last 5 years. I have to look online for businesses to see what is available and take a guess which one might work. Eating out someplace new is a risk, who knows if it’s any good.
That all said, leaving has presented far, far more opportunity and done better for me than staying in my hometown ever would have.
But I’m tired of moving. I need roots again. I miss that.
i’ve lived in the same place for 10 years and don’t really have ‘roots’ here.
i think that’s more if you live with/nearby family. a lot of people won’t move because of family, even if they hate where they live.
