I miss walking around and imagining history, including the specific history of my ancestors during the insanity of the previous century. It’s a burden, that weight of history, but I miss it now that it’s gone. It’s also a tether to help me understand who I am. I also miss the coffee culture, my uniqueness as a Ukrainian-speaking American, and the endless interesting places to visit.
I miss being in a place that is not politically correct, the universal cynicism about government, and the excitement of a market economy that hasn’t even reached its 21st birthday.