I miss...

I had a hard time falling asleep last night. My mind would not slow to the Hawaii pace that my body has grown accustomed to. And so I lay awake thinking of how excited I am to see Steve this week and just how much I miss the other things in my life, the things that can't get on a plane to come visit.
I miss Monday nights at mom and dad's. I miss sewing with my mom and then enjoying her talent for cooking the most delicious meals. I miss chatting with my dad and learning from his wisdom mixed with the perfect amount of wit. I miss my brother's laughs; infectious and a reminder that we are still children somewhere inside. I miss looking up from the busyness of the Emporium to see my best friend working away on her next brilliant idea. I miss thoughtful meals prepared with Steve; the way we care for one another through nourishment. I miss Tuesdays at Tuckers and Saturdays at Findlay and Sunday brunch with Elisabeth. I miss the gentle hum of the LaMarzocco. I miss making Bill the perfect cappucinno, and sharing espresso readings with Jon. I miss Nancy's spirit. I miss the choreographed dance my fellow baristas and I perform as we move through a rush. I miss Rachel's smile and Shane's hand gestures. I miss Amy's humor and Drew's style. I miss Adrienne's spunk and energy. I miss walking by to see Tony roasting late into the night filling the city with our version of aromatherapy. I miss hikes with Kenya and snuggling with Stella.(my dog and cat) I miss the ease of shared laughter with close friends. I miss walks to Kentucky and bike rides to Northside. I miss Riverside and Song Long and Melt and Udipi and Slims and Aglameses and LaTaqueria Mexicana...
You want to know what I really miss? BATHS!

If I didn't mention you it's not because I don't miss you it's because this was my stream of consciousness associated with my insomnia.