Yesterday we were sitting at beautiful wedding reception, eating hors’doeuvres.
My friend asked me a simple question: So do you miss Europe?
My eyes filled suddenly: Yes. Terribly.
“What do you miss about it?”
It’s odd, because I like how relaxed and friendly Americans are and I love how easy it is to talk with them, but I miss the elegance and dignity of Europeans. I miss dropped voices in public. I miss the refined manners and propriety and sense of fashion, all of which used to frustrate me to no end.
And it doesn’t make sense, because what I like is what I don’t like.