I miss breathing in the fresh morning air in another city full of sunshine. Seeing the unfamiliar faces and accents and how different they acted from where I come from. I would look at the window and see all the different animals that would linger in the fields and mountains and how the rain was warm in some places. How the cities lit up at night and how I'd wake up to loud speeding cars on the busy road. The adventures I had with young children I vaguely remember and my family members, miss traveling I do.
Growing up my family used to travel around the U.S until life got harder.