ourmaningraz: Hauptplatz

A thoroughly incomplete list of things I will and will not miss:

I will miss the euro but not euro coins. I will miss legally drinking on the street but not the teenagers drinking on the buses. I will miss the nachtwurststandl and the kebap place that’s open on Sunday when everything else is shuttered. I will miss learning German but not being asked if I’ve conned the grammatical complexities of the language in only five months. I will miss sitting and smoking in cafes undisturbed for hours. I will not miss the 24 hour clock. I will miss tipping by merely rounding up to the next whole number. I will not miss people treating their public displays of affection like an extreme sport. I will miss living in the 8020, aka the wrong side of the river. I will not miss people’s inability to queue at the post office, the movies, or the bank, really anywhere one should know how to stand in line. Nor will not miss people’s refusal to utilize all available space on buses and trams. I will miss paying five euros for a prescription. I will miss kürbiskernöl. I will miss my bike, die Frau. I will miss the Hobbit bar and cheap beer. I will not miss terribly made cocktails. What I will miss most I’m sure will be what I’ve thought least of while I was here.