The Joy of Urban Life
The absolute biggest thing I miss about urban life is trash pick up.
I can get to the theater if I want to drive for about 45 minutes, restaurants and movies are 15 minutes to half an hour, so I don’t really have much call to miss any of that. I was never really big on large crowds or the “excitement” that comes from being around lots of people.
Ah, but trash pick up. Sigh.
I have some really nice trash cans, real heavy duty with tightly closing tops. They stay really clean because I line them with the big heavy duty contractor trash bags from Costco. Here’s the part that sucks. I get to haul those bags, full of trash, out to the truck, grunt it into the back, then drive about three miles to a transfer station where I get to grunt the trash bags into the big dumpster chute. It was so much easier, and quicker, when all I had to do was roll the trash cans out to the side of the curb.
Funny, the things you miss.