I Won’t Miss…

I won’t miss the long walk up the hill,
But I’ll miss the view from the top. 

I won’t miss German class so early in the morning every day,
But I’ll miss hearing and speaking the German language.

 I won’t miss waiting in line for the shower, the phones, the washer and dryer,
But I’ll miss living with 52 other people. 

I won’t miss waking up at 7:10 every morning,
But I’ll miss Moore Haus breakfast.

 I won’t miss walking up 5 flights of stairs to the classrooms,
But I’ll miss looking out the windows over the Hauptstrasse.

 I won’t miss the Essig Haus salad,
But I’ll miss having a different entrée every night.

I won’t miss the absence of real, cold milk here,
But I’ll miss the ice cream, so much.

 I won’t miss the bitter cold on my bare ears and face,
But I’ll miss bundling up in my coat, scarf, and gloves every morning.

 I won’t miss my very thin, bumpy pillow,
But I’ll miss “Fresh Linens” day.

 I won’t miss the extra lbs. I’ve put on here,
But I’ll miss the great food!

 I won’t miss somehow always losing when exchanging money,
But I’ll miss getting to use so many different fun currencies.

I won’t miss the too-forward Italian guys,
But I’ll miss the German hotties.

 I won’t miss the so-called Mochas from Café something on the Hauptstrasse,
But I’ll miss the Doppeldeckers from the place below us every week before convo with Kara.

 I won’t miss not being able to order free tap water in a restaurant,
But I’ll miss getting to order a beer or glass of wine instead.

 I won’t miss how expensive sodas and other drinks are here,
But I’ll miss getting to divide the price of everything in half.

 I won’t miss the late trains and resulting weekly sprints,
But I’ll miss telling the then funny stories.