something I miss . .

I miss having a garden to tend, harvest and eat food from it.

I miss having a space outdoors to occasionally grill chicken.

I miss having a family.

I miss my daughter. My grief over her absence seems to only intensify.

I miss being happy.

I miss feeling loved.

I miss working.

I miss the Midwest, often fantasizing about moving back there but unable to afford the move.

I miss having the freedom owning a car offers, such as being able to explore the outdoors. I have seen almost nothing of CA and I have lived here ten years.

I miss camping, which also seems to require a car.

I miss more but this is bring me down.