Sometimes, when you're at a different place in life, you expect to miss certain things -- aspects of a job or a place you might have lived that were wonderful in some way or another. More often than not, though I find myself missing the strangest things.
- The feel of old human bones.
- The intricacies of dead folks' rotten teeth.
- The smell of decomp.
- The misery of a long march in hot weather, burdened with a shovel, a backpack, and a screen.
- The smell of dirt.
- Crashing in the hotel from exhaustion after a day in the field.
These are things I never expected to miss.
Then again, I've seen some of the stories I write, so maybe it's not surprising.
What about the rest of you? Do you sometimes miss the things you might have thought you'd rather be done with -- sometimes even more than the things you knew you would miss? Or is this is just Nevetsized nostalgia?